Sachni advanced through the mine. It was eerily deserted. She imagined the place in its heyday: A bustling hive of activity. Now the only people here were Sachni's trio, and the lost souls they'd come to rescue. At least, that's what Sachni hoped. These shadowy caverns could conceal a whole smuggling ring; Or worse.

The monk kept a watchful eye for signs of life. She eventually found it. A single flame stood out from the darkness. Encouraging. Slimes didn't light candles. And it was in the right place, too. Belginabo asked the natural question. Sachni gave the natural answer.

"I suppose it must be. Who else would be down here?"