The search had failed on every level.
No signs of the Master or his servitors.
No tools to continue with their work.
No food to fill their rumbling bellies.
Golden Writ sighed, looking over the impromptu council.
Ignoring Thrasher, Granite and Thunderstruck were the strongest miners. They could keep order when necessary.
Canary and Tapper were beloved for what they did, testing the air and stone of the mines for danger at great personal risk.
Writ, having been a leader once, feared speaking the least.
“…Then we are all in agreement. Tell everypony to ready themselves for the Ebon Labyrinth.”