[Vander can relate to the lack of fondness for wandering around caverns, even despite his past. There were many reasons he had turned to smuggling, after all, and getting out of such cramped, dirty confines was fairly high on that list.]

A miner, once upon a time. [He had still practically been a boy by the time he had put the mines behind him and forged a new life for himself in the Lanes. Hard to shake those ingrained habits though, even this many years on.] Load of good that’s doing me now, though.

[He sighs, taking a quick glance back over his shoulder the way he had come.]

I don’t know how far you’ve managed to look around, but there were a couple branching paths back there I passed up.