With their eyes riveted on the unknown entity, the miners were aware of the state of their emaciated bodies. They rested, their heads rotated toward what they had considered their sun since eternity.
Not a rainfolk as they would have hoped but a wyrmfolk as far as they could see. One that wasn't very talkative and rather unpredictable. Each time they interacted with him, they discovered a new horizon. Using the beastcores differently, plan to leave their prison overnight, and experience the freshness of a rain-laden breeze in the entrails of the volcano. There was nothing more exhilarating than experiencing these new feelings.
They were also able to take off their slave collars, although it was difficult to find volunteers to simulate their effectiveness. Most of the rainfolks had their back muscles deformed by the collar, so they couldn't do all the arm movements they wanted.
