They'd been down in the caverns for more than a week now, and other than a rather awkward meeting with the Hidden One and a really small hole in the wall, had very little to show for their time.
Ben swung his pickaxe at a particularly stubborn bit of stone and imagined it was the Hidden One's face, a fantasy that gave him some satisfaction as he worked. "We need to get out of here," he declared, and not for the first time.
Or the hundredth.
( Where Ben and Ender do some investigating )
[OOC: Taken from Aaron Allston's Outcast, then tweaked. Preplayed with the delightful
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