[The noise doesn't pause for a moment, no matter that Aizraphale's voice echoes down the mine shaft.
As the trio walks, it's Molly who will stumble first: his feet catch on something, and if the other two aren't careful, they'll trip too. It turns out to be a few mining helmets. If they pick them up, they'll notice that they're fairly fresh: no dust or cracks, but they're abandoned nonetheless. And on one of them . . . hm. There seems to be a sticky mixture of something dark and a few hairs . . .]
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As the trio walks, it's Molly who will stumble first: his feet catch on something, and if the other two aren't careful, they'll trip too. It turns out to be a few mining helmets. If they pick them up, they'll notice that they're fairly fresh: no dust or cracks, but they're abandoned nonetheless. And on one of them . . . hm. There seems to be a sticky mixture of something dark and a few hairs . . .]