[color=a0410d][b]Gunthar[/b][/color] Heavy thuds followed as a large shadow fell onto a few enslaved people, making them look upwards briefly at one of the few largest that stayed in the prison camp. Far too large for one that was supposed to belong in a slave camp, alongside the large gut that looked way too unhealthy if it were on a human. A rotund demon gathered at the end of the square where they've been roll called for the day, joining the carters on the right-hand side. His job was simple, go in, smash the walls, expand the route for the miners and pull the carts for transport. A work that he can do alone which will take multiple demons to do so as he followed his group and the captain assigned to direct them. Momentarily, he halted in his tracks and looked upwards to the skies. Taking it in and wondered just how far it stretched. Then just as quickly, that thought left him as he headed inwards to the mines. Not even bothering with an upper shirt since his own skin was probably tougher than most protection, and it'll get extremely hot inside anyways. The only thing that he did wore was the worker trousers and a gut plate strapped around his waist. Protecting his gut and also serves as a belt for him to hold his tools. Utilitarian and bare bones. The only note-worthy thing was his long hair, braided into a singular one with a large metal ring at the end of it. [@EmmaZ] Just for a moment, he spotted another demon looking around. Locking eyes, he remembers this one. Not the name but face, seen her a number of times during his work of carting. Giving a singular grunt, he nodded his head as was taught to him roughly and painfully before moving on. Gunthar turned his focus and gave himself a meaty thwack across his fist, he shall get more than a cart and obtain more food for himself. That watered his mouth and stimulated his appetite, further driving his motivation as he tromped with much more gusto and speed that was unexpected for one of his size.