The mines were cold, dark, the only warm light source being the light bulb that hanged from the ceiling and lit up the center of the room. A minecart stayed still next to a table, its contents spread out in a messy pattern.

The occasional giggling of a Giggle on the ceiling rang throughout. It was rather irritating, considering Seek was attempting to rest. The cold stone floors and walls were not exactly comfortable either. "Irritating," He muttered to himself, turning his head away.