"Hey, I think we found something!" Handy blinked. The torch-wielding pony hovered where he was, just over the cusp of his hiding place before climbing back down. He heard a number of hooves carry off into the distance, most of the light fading barring one small flame still flickering by its lonesome as silence returned to the room. He breathed, his chest convulsing as it threatened to give way to a wracking cough from being suppressed so long. He pushed it down a bit more as he struggled to lift himself from the ground. He had pressed against the cold stone, his hands clasped over his cloak and his hammer in a death grip.