Off-put by her continued silence, Locke was tempted to stay, but the sooner they could set up camp the better off they'd be. Instead, he turns away from the door and looks out into the dimly lit caverns. Treasure hunting meant navigation in low-light environments on a pretty regular basis (thieving as well, if not moreso,) and he didn't plan on going far without her anyway. The miners wouldn't have kept the fuel far from where it was needed.
Still, Locke listens for her voice as he wanders the halls of scattered equipment carefully. An overturned cart, a broken crate that would work in a pinch, but he'd rather find something drier...
He'd only just disappeared from sight when a shout and a loud crash echoed back at Celes thought the tunnels.
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Still, Locke listens for her voice as he wanders the halls of scattered equipment carefully. An overturned cart, a broken crate that would work in a pinch, but he'd rather find something drier...
He'd only just disappeared from sight when a shout and a loud crash echoed back at Celes thought the tunnels.