Jens is good at tuning out noise--has to be, to keep his sanity when his days are full of roaring flames and pounded iron. The cave is softer overall, but the noise is so different that it rings much louder in his ears than the fall of his hammer.

He opens his eyes to find himself staring upwards at cracked stone and stalactites, the occasional drip of dark water falling from above. It's not the same structure as the Grand Norzelia Mine, he's sure of that much; too wet, rock in the wrong colors, obvious even in the poor lighting. But if this isn't the mine, then--

A low voice from nearby catches his attention, and he rolls onto his side (with some difficulty and a muffled groan), trying to get a look at the source. And whatever he's accusing the other figure there of, it doesn't sound quite right, because who in the hell are either of these guys?

"If this is some kind of kidnapping between friends, I think you missed," he mumbles.