As the uncanny silence surrounds him, he becomes almost uncomfortably aware of the noises of his own body. The slightly shaky breaths, his heart pounding in his chest, the rustle of clothes.

"...Right! Well. Enjoy your cave. I'll be off."

With that, he continues in the unprotested direction of the tunnels, flashlight lighting up the path ahead as he searches for something interesting enough to have drawn the mice here. More tin mice? A shrine? Something stranger?