Honestly, fuck this. The cries that he can hear aren't possible - he knows, because the last time he heard them, he was killing the person crying at her request.

Deron raises his torch a bit higher. "Niabi," he starts, scowling even as he says it. "Okay to take my shovel for a moment?"

He wants to draw his sword. As much as he doesn't want to bog her down, he's also pretty sure that Niabi could break the kneecap of whatever is down here with a well-aimed shovel swing.