The Cave of Tears, as the mine had been known ages ago, was rumored to house a veritable trove of Old Kingdom relics.
Danir wasn't sure that strolling through its confines was wise when they had pressing business to the north.
Gregor's excitement at the discovery was contagious, so they entered.
"You'll see," Gregor bubbled. "It'll be worth it!"
"It better be. We're wasting valuable time, here."
"This'll fund our whole journey, and then some. Trust me."
They entered, torches in hand, and were greeted by foul air, and pitch dark.
If they'd known they'd been observed, it didn't show.