Steadfast despite Thardin's best efforts at excavation, the black shining rock pile before him would not be moved. He looked back at Ingrid who was panting from the effort of her spell. It was simply too much debris to clear. She shook her head at him and sat down dejectedly. Thardin was reeling mentally from the shock of the event that had suddenly stymied their whole rescue attempt. He held his torch up higher trying to get a glimpse farther into the tunnel.
"Come. Let's keep moving."
Ingrid nodded and he helped her to her feet, she fixed her hat and the sound of her light feet soon patted along behind his boot-clanks on the dusty rock floor. Musty cavern air wafted thick and cool around them. Water still dripped down as they worked deeper underground making the rock shiny as the orange glow touched and illuminated them.
"Thardin. . . Would they have. . . been able to escape that rock collapse?"
"I Don't know."
"Well you ought to act like you care a bit more." Ingrid grew cros