Sometimes I feel so alone down here. Endless caverns filled with the treasures of a thousand kingdoms, ring empty in the darkness. I’ve grown fat on them, round and heavy with scales and bones encased in gold and silver.
I could eat the tunnel larger, I suppose, but why chew granite when I have such delicacies for miles around me? Platinum and copper, silver and gold. A hundred flavors of steel and iron.
I might be alone, but I’ll never be hungry.