The dank air of the cave didn't improve Danir's mood as they moved further along its serpentine innards, crushing the discarded skeletons of small animals.
"What's been eating in here?" Danir asked.
Gregor barely took notice; he was enchanted by his fantasy of bountiful treasure. "Wolves, maybe. We're heading down, now."
Danir couldn't shake the bad feeling that had gripped him not long after entering the mine. "I think we should-"
They both froze.
There was a shuffling sound coming from somewhere ahead of them.
"-probably turn back," Danir finished.
A gust of moldy air extinguished their torches.