Vivien advanced carefully behind Malakaus once the door opened. Who knew just what nasty surprises were lying in wait for them? Vivien could think of a few, ranging from the mundane, such as unfriendly miners or beasts who have taken up residence in the mine, to the outlandish, like the mine itself being possessed by a vengeful spirit hellbent on killing or trapping anyone wandering inside for eternity. However, he immediate concern was the darkness. He could barely two meters ahead of him, how were the expected to fight or even travel in such conditions?

Thankfully, as if on cue, the wyvern breathed a small wisp of flame that provided some illumination. Vivien looked back at the creature with an appreciative smile on his face. "Thanks," He said, his voice still sounding slightly shaky and uncertain, but it was at least a lot better than before. He wandered away from the group to investigate the barrels of dark powder. The lingering dust in the air was irritating enough to cause him to always be on the verge of sneezing, but Vivien was pretty sure that sneeze powder was not a thing, and if it was, it was certainly not something anyone would go through all this trouble to extract from the earth. He picked up a handful of the dust from the barrel and allowed it to trickle past his fingers. There seemed to be nothing strange about them, but Vivien was prepared to be surprised.

What alarmed him, however, was the presence of dynamite. Had he known earlier, he would have warned the wyvern not to be too hasty with breathing fire. He knelt and picked up a few of the red sticks, stashing them into his pack. They could certainly come in handy later. Looking around, using whatever light the wyvern's flame provided to look for something useful. As luck would have it, he found an old, unlit torch buried under a pile of disused pickaxes. A slight sense of unease filled Vivien as he noticed the haphazard manner the tools had been left. Whoever left them must have been in a hurry to get out.

Shaking his head to clear it of any unhelpful thoughts, Vivien picked up the torch and approached the wyvern. "E-Excuse me," Vivien began and cleared his throat. It was still somewhat intimidating for him to talk to something that could easily swallow him in a single bite. "But I found a torch, would you mind lighting it? There are dynamite lying around this mine, breathing fire might be as dangerous as it is helpful."