Eryndor stood up after eating a protein bar, then walked back to the tunnel.
His short rest was over, it was time to get back to work.
He walked back to the previous spot where he left, and began his work.
Eryndor stepped carefully through the winding cave tunnel, his boots crunching softly against the uneven stone floor.
The flickering light of his torch cast jagged shadows along the damp walls, stretching and shrinking with each slow movement of his arm. He didn't want to miss a single spot.
He swept the torch toward every crevice and crack, its glow revealing nothing but rough stone, the occasional glistening mineral, and some trash once in a while.
Maybe it belonged to whoever it was that stayed here? Morris? Or one of his team members?
Eryndor didn't have enough information, he would always move on after remembering what the trash was.
Maybe he could trace it back to a specific person later.
