Stepping stolidly forward, Lance shines his light as far down the passageway as he dares, jaw clenched and eyes steely. Whatever's down there, pursuing or dispatching it will be a far different experience from how he deals with criminals. At least they're human; they can reason, and feel.

"Wood, until we can wall it up more permanently," he decides, "we can use the miners' supply for now. And replenish it tomorrow." There are always support beams and boards around from expansions in which they weren't all used, and sit waiting for the next one.