Clang. Clang. Clang. That was mostly all he ever heard these days, aside from a bit of idle chatter here and there, possibly screams every so often. There was also a soft, but heavy thudding sound off in the background, but it was constant, and was easily over-looked unless you were right next to a Golem as it trod along.

Daizha hardly did his share of work, most of the time he simply sat beside Draeg, making snide comments every time the man missed a blow, or hurt himself. Today, however, he simply napped while his friend mined away. Unfortunately for him, the nap was cut short by someone shouting.

The clanging ceased, at least of what was coming from beside him. Others still mined in the distance, but this particular tunnel was theirs. He opened his eyes to see a rather crazed looking human. His head jerked back a bit at the sheer repulsiveness of him. "I-I'm sorry, but can we help you?" he asked, eyebrow cocked.

The other prisoner did not answer, merely pulled a knife from the inside of his tatter rag of a shirt. He charged at the Vampire and his companion. With a rather agitated groan, Daizha gazed into the eyes of the strange man, whom was staring right at him.

The man slowed to a stop, standing just over Daizha, dropping the knife. Some drool escaped the man's mouth, and dribbled into his scraggly beard. The vampire plucked up the fallen blade as he stood up, and jabbed it into the man's throat. If it were not for the fact that the man was clearly on some drug or another, be probably would have taken the opportunity to feed.

"So rude." he muttered to himself.

"You're telling me." Draeg said as he returned to his mining

Daizhe prodded the man's corpse with his foot, now far to unsettle to get back to sleep. With a rather exaggerated sigh, he picked up his own pickaxe, and joined Draeg in his endeavour. Sometimes, his partner wondered why he even bothered, for all the fuss he made when he did.

The soft thuds grew louder, as a Golem made its way over to remove the corpse. They were usually not very fast, though one rather daring prisoner had decided to see what they could do, and attacked one. He did not last long, though every prisoner seems to spin a different tale of how, exactly, he was killed.

There was something else coming down their tunnel, as well. Another prisoner, though he hoped they were friendly than the last one. There had been more than enough excitement for today with that little episode. It was rare that anyone came with ill intent, usually they only came for his blood, or information. They were a hub for both, and that was probably the only thing that kept them in touch with the other prisoners outside of meal breaks.

His shoulder still stung, hours later. Impotently, he rolled his arm, feeling the bone grind against the socket uncomfortably. If that brute did permanent damage, he'd be upset. More than that.

Not that it would matter. What could the ex-(almost)-poet-laureate do to some kind of half-breed savage, even if he had half the mind to try? He knew the answer: not much. Not now. Maybe not ever, but certainly not now.

So, for the time being, Erasmus would be complicit to the demands of his beastly "acquaintance." As irritating (and debasing) as it might be in the moment, in the long run he was certain it would pay off, one way or another.

But that meant acquiescing, at least for the time being.

The poet ducked around the side of the lumbering Golem, only sparing a passing glance to the corpse it half-dragged along. It wasn't anyone he owed any debts to, nor anyone who owed him. Nothing gained, nothing lost. That was all that mattered.

"Ah." The word was quiet, and Erasmus let a smile flicker across his face as he saw the two of them. With a hurried step, he made his way further down the tunnel. As he approached the long-haired man and his companion, he gave a shallow bow. Mostly out of habit, but so far, the show of courtesy had been often mocked but not yet poorly received. "Gentlemen. I'd say good evening, but I wouldn't know the latter and it's certainly not the former."

He let out a single, humorless laugh, eyes wandering to the far wall. Although he had never spoken to the vampire and his human, Erasmus had listened and listened well.

The mine rang with the clanging of pick axes against stone. Two women went about loading broken rocks into a cart attempting to fill it up as much as possible. Their hands were bound in rubber gloves to prevent them from causing any trouble, but both girls didn't think they needed it. Binding them with shackles would probably be good enough, but it would limit their mobility which meant they wouldn't be able to do their job. It was a lose-lose situation for everyone really.

Further down the mine shaft a man was shouting. Both girls stopped working as did everyone else in the shaft clearly intrigued by whatever was going on down there. They eyed each other and shrugged making their way toward the entertainment. They immediately spotted the vampire and his companion and stopped in their tracks. He was the one that pretty much ran this entire shaft and if anything was happening it had to have something to do with him.

They watched carefully as the screaming man stopped running and dropped the weapon he was carrying. He stood stock still and yet the vampire seemed intent on killing him anyway. He casually picked up the knife and drove it through the man's neck. Blood poured from his wound and he fell to the ground with a thud. "He certainly has a way with words," Nyla commented with a chuckle. Riva rolled her eyes shaking her head lightly. Clearly the vampire wasn't one to mess with, but you'd have to be an idiot not to know that before hand.

The girls kept watching as another man entered the scene, but one that wasn't intent on killing anyone. He appeared to want to speak with the two men. Riva narrowed her eyes interested in what sort of conversation they could cook up in a place like this that wasn't about mining. Maybe they'd talk about escape?

Daizha smiled as the human bowed, then gracefully returned the gesture when he had risen. "Evening is quite accurate, I assure you." he replied, "We may be far beneath the surface, but I still have a decent sense of the sun and moon." he explained. "Now what may we do for you, uh, well I suppose I do not have your name yet." he said, placing a curled hand beneath his chin thoughtfully.

Draeg seemed quite uninterested with the interaction, as most dealings were for his vampiric companion. Anyone coming to see him had different interests than the state of affairs within this pit. He did, however, listen, as he had a better memory, surprisingly, than his friend. He usually only chimed in during elongated pauses.

"I swear, Tecira," Revon said as he loaded some rocks onto a cart. "Here he goes again." Tecira said, smiling while sitting on top of a large boulder. "We shouldn't be down here, we should be on the surface, hunting, being free, I mean treason, just for being alive!" He cried out, "How are you always so optimistic about everything?" He asked Tecira. "How are you always so grim about everything?" she replied back, grinning. Revon Sighed and slightly smiled. "C'mon, we need to load these rocks so the Warden won't have our hides." With that, Tecira leaped off of her boulder, doing a twirl mid-air, and landed in front of Revon. "Showboat." He said, smiling.

As Revon wheeled their cart to get it shipped to the refinery Tecira pointed to a tunnel, "Who are those guys?" she asked. Revon looked into the tunnel, "The pale one is an elven vampire named Daizha, who usually gives info to people. The scarred one is a guy named Draeg, I don't know much about him, except that he trades blood with Daizha." Tecira stuck her tongue out, "Weird." she simply said. They then continued to make their way to the shipping center.

They both passed countless golems, almost a fourth of which were carrying limp bodies. "What's with all the dead people?" Tecira asked quizzically. Revon, not taking his eyes off the path, just shrugged and said "A lot of people must be trying to find ways of killing golems or escaping." As the kept walking, Tecira saw a golem with a pickaxe stuck in it's head. She slightly "snrk'ed" at the sight of that. "What-" Revon almost began to laugh, but stopped himself. "That's...odd..." He said to himself.