"Well, good, because we don't want any trouble, do we?" Dayrt gave Alere a friendly poke. "At least, I don't. Now come on, I think I've found something." Daryt took off down the tunnel, humming to himself, held a variety of instruments over a clump of dirt, and then took out a brush and began to clear it away. "Here, give me a hand. More than likely we've found somebody's useless contraband, but it might be useful. Interesting, anyway".