Myrven grows uneasy at "come put down your burdens". He begins to feel the dull pressure of being underground.
"Roight. Only thing is we av limited time Ricalu. See, Ricalu, Ricalu and I are gonna av t' transport a load o these pigments to the surface dwellers".
Dahlia steps up and chuckles uncomfortably and says, "Ha, you see, my friend here has been hit on the head and seems to have forgotten some stuff. I tried to explain, but he didn't believe me. So, if you could just repeat the stuff that all us Ricalu all know, like really basic stuff, maybe he'll get his memory back! Yeah? Then we can get to work. So tell him who Nibiru is, where we store the pigments, stuff like that. Ok?"
"(sigh)… a rock fell on his head? That happens. We had helmets somewhere but the storekeeper got hit on the head on a rock and forgot where they are. (sigh) … Anyway, Nibiru is the Necromancer who is in charge here. We keep the pigments in the other part of the mine, over that way. We use those carts to haul them pigment ores to the storage part. It's pretty full. Oh, important! Don't lick your fingers or eat without washing your hands, after you've been working the face. And … what's the other … oh, yeah, keep flame away from the pigments. Good thing we don't need torches to see down here, right?"