Flint landed with a heavy, dejected thud in front of a seemingly smooth-walled cliff at the heart of the ash-rock range. He turned a small stone a certain way and a secret door opened up in front of him. He stalked through the entrance and shut it behind him, leaving him in pitch-blackness.
Then, dead silence.
Finally a deep, ominous voice rang from the back of the cavern, beyond where he could see.
"You failed. MISERABLY."
Flint winced and had a thousand excuses running through his head, but he knew that none would prove satisfactory. He blew it big time and he was going to really get it.