One of the miners appeared right away, he was the only one in the building at the moment. The lack of sweat across his forehead, hinted that he had not done any physical work lately, and the utter lack of any fresh coal-marks across his white-shirt hinted the same conclusion as well.
Everything was set to stone however, once the same man asked. "You've come for the kids, ha?"
Although he was boiling with rage, William had just enough patience to answer. "Yes, we're here for the kids."
His tone had risen to a higher pitch, which was a bit ironic as his volume had gone down in the meantime. Every word which the boy chirped, gestured towards murder, but this miner apparently wasn't smart as much as he was brave!
As this same man demanded, "Okay, first you're going to pick up all those gems you spilled, and then..."
