Noble was perfectly comfortable with awkward small talk, but decidedly less comfortable with the sound of water dripping in the tunnel. He moved one hand to the pocket of his jacket and felt for his wand, although he was not sure what good it would do him. "Where's that sound coming from?" he asked, tone still measured but — a little audibly concerned, sure. "The dripping." He squinted — the tunnel was poorly lit, so it was hard for him to pinpoint exactly, but maybe it was a hole and he would be able to plug it?
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