There is the quiet sound of working, of a pick axe, and shovel, before a single word is spoken.
"D'you think the boss is right about this?"
"Hell if I know, man. But we gotta do this for the paycheck."
"It ain't about the paycheck! We're here, sweating our balls off, to find some dinky fucking sword? What the hell? Pro'lly rusted away at this point!"
"It's magic, man. Magic doesn't work that way."
"How the hell d'you even know that?"
The voices are coming from up ahead, near the source of the light.
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