There was a reason why Zaroth went straight to the room he had been provided with after the fight with the army.
Luna flames had turned most of the soldiers that had come to attack to ash, and as such, the air was pretty hard to breathe for some time.
Now, thanks to the strong mountain winds, the ash had mostly cleared. That, at least, wouldn't be bothering him anymore.
Something else was going to bother him though…
A deep, ceaseless rumbling echoed from the mines—a rhythmic pounding that dug itself into ones bones. Most of the people here were miners, and the sounds of their work echoed constantly through the stone streets. It wasn't intolerable, but it wasn't pleasant either.
For a moment Zaroth imagined having to live in a place such as this. The constant sound of the pickaxes striking against the ore as the miners mined it and even at this high altitude, the air wasn't clean—polluted by the mining operations that fed the city.
