A short distance from Arkain there's Sam Clarke, a large, well-endowed bear, working on her own face in an unexplored tunnel. During the war she'd worked as a firefighter, and  she's wearing the red metal fireman's helmet she'd picked up during that time. Other than that she's wearing a tank-top and blue jeans, her paws protected by gloves and boots. She's about 3" taller than Arkain, and masses in the region of 900lb. A backpack and some lights rest against the wall nearby, including a large flask of soup, some tea, and a pouch of tobacco.<br/><br/>"Hey Arkain!" She calls, hoping her voice will carry through the tunnels.  "You had much luck on your face?"<br/><br/>Every other word, there's the loud "Tching!" of pickaxe on strong, hard stone. It could be pitchbend, iron ore, or even a gem seam; the only way to tell would be to be there.