She was pushing a trolley of her own. The trolley wasn't even half full, though the colour of the crystallised stones was a bit different. Instead of being yellowish orange, they were a darker shade of orange, crimson would be the better term to describe them.
Apart from her, there was another person, a dark man, similarly tall as me, with a rough beard growing on his face for some time now. He didn't have a trolley of his own, probably because they worked together to fill this much so far.
Both of them were sweating profusely, wet robes stuck to their bodies, and even their skin swelled with longer exposure to the fiery atmosphere.
The two newcomers noticed us two, but didn't bother to acknowledge our presence at first. The woman dropped to the ground in exhaustion and started removing her clothes. She didn't stop until her upper body only had modest underclothes to hide her bosoms. The underclothes were wet too and glued to her alluring shape.
