Battle Miners. Aye, I believe we’ve got the hardest job in the country. Every day, head down into the mines, loom for that good shiny loot, head home and go to bed. Every now and then, this deep rocky prison creams and groans with the promise of a beast. We gather our sharpest picks and prepare for a fight. As we stare into the murky blackness of the mine, a glowing beast perks it’s nasty features...