Tommy could feel the grime mounting on him as he climbed into a particularly tight tunnel, a tunnel probably too tight for his newfound friend to crawl through. Sure, no one had spoken during the last three hours at all except for the three githkin, who seemed to alternate between the word "Faster" and the word "Work," but Tommy was sure this person working with him would be his friend anyway, everyone likes friends!

He made his way through the tunnel, which seemed to only get tighter as he went through. Tommy's stomach growled loudly, an indicator of the hunger he was trying to avoid thinking about. Still, that was no matter. It only meant that it would be more satisfying when he finally got to eat! Ah, the lovely taste of his meal for the day was waiting for him when he got home. However, the thoughts of food were violently banished as Tommy hit his head on the top of the tunnel. "Owww..." he said, rubbing the newly formed bruise on his head. Apparently he had lost track of what he was doing, but the bump came just in time. It looked like the tunnel here actually widened before ending in a small niche, and he could spot a fresh ore vein waiting to be mined within it. Perfect!

As he turned back to tell Oliver and the githkin of his new discovery, Tommy started singing a small tune. "300 piles of rocks in the mine, 300 piles of rocks! Take one down, mine it out, 299 piles of rocks in the mine..." It was not the first time Tommy had sang that song today, and it likely wouldn't be the last. If he sang he could keep his spirits up and not get pulled down by his situation... right?