As Broken and Danko trekked deeper into the cave's winding tunnels, the only sounds were the faint trickling of sand from the ceiling, occasionally brushing against their skin and hair.
The air was thick and still, saturated with the suffocating darkness around them, and the distant murmur of water echoed faintly. Silence held sway, broken intermittently by the clink of their pickaxes striking the cave walls.
"My Lord," Danko's voice reverberated around them, "why are you personally taking on a job like this? Venturing into a cave alongside a beast-kin, you could have sent someone else. After all, you are the lord, the Baron."
"Are you laughing at me, Danko? Do I look foolish?" Broken replied, a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Kha ha ha, you have me cornered, My Lord," Danko laughed heartily. "It's not that, it's just rare to see someone of your stature down here. I mean, I could easily lead you into danger, right?"
