The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rough-hewn stone pillars hold up the roof of some sort of ancient, abandoned mine shaft. Like, the air's thick with dust, and there's this smell of damp stone and age, it's pretty still down here, no breeze at all. Uh, a thin trickle of water flows uphill along one wall, no visible pump or mechanism, just flowing smoothly up and over the edge of this massive, rickety-looking wooden ore cart that's half-buried in debris, and the sound of it echoing through the shaft is kinda hypnotic. The only light is this faint, diffuse glow from the walls themselves.