Karma, whose name was now Ethan, hit the ore vein with his pickaxe. He supposed that this was still good. Amos was out there somewhere, tugging wagons full of ore around.
Ethan had always known that Anita would see him behind bars. The gnome lady was driven, spiteful, and lawful evil, when it came to an archetype.
The only question, which the raven-haired gnome could not answer right now, was why the work camp was overflowing with gnomes who were playing cards.
Ethan placed the pickaxe down on the ground, eyeing a jolly group which consisted of people who were even drinking hot chocolate.
"Gentlemen," Ethan began, for he did not want to do all the work, while his fellow prisoners enjoyed life. "Why aren't you working?"
One of the men sipped from his mug, the gentle aroma coming to Ethan's nose, and making him remember that yes, he was not only hungry, but also tired.
