A gruff voice boomed above the cavernous space, "Just empty your bag in that part, be careful not to fall into it. Last time, because of an idiot, I had to clean this entire thing from the inside, which took me an entire week."
The speaker, a red-skinned dwarf with wild hair and beard, his skirt swirling like a warrior's kilt, stood atop the Y-shaped machines that hummed with their silent alchemy. His gaze, like everyone else's in the tensely huddled crowd, was fixed on the mine entrance. Each time someone reached the entrance, the eager crowd immediately snatched them, inquiring about the situation inside the mine with genuine concern, which of course had nothing to do with the guy whom they saved.
