This section of the mountain served like a protective bowl, with the center hollowed out in the style of an open-pit mine, a dilapidated mine track slowly spiraling into its grey stoned center. Most of the carts were empty, but I saw one that had a glint to it... small pile of gems, maybe. It'd have to be sifted out of the rocks. Several of these 'Diamond Dogs' were idling about or patrolling... as I count them off, they earn blunt nicknames, my crosshair hovering over each of them.