As the monster deflates, it starts to come apart.  With a wet ripping sound, parts of it simply separate, leaving trails of tentacles and interconnected tissue where they were joined.  The twisted, melted faces that Koh saw so clearly on the sides of the creature resolve into misshapen, stretched-out heads, as twelve roughly dwarf-sized masses resolve into the flesh-reshaped remains of the missing miners (as it will turn out), and one more, another dwarf, whose stretched out, cut-apart face now shrinks down into that of a female of the mining folk, her arms and the entire lower half of her body still tentacled, gobbets of flesh and sinew and nerves hanging from her back where she was connected to all the others, and the strange marks on her face now resolved into marred and distorted facial tattoos.<br/><br/>This one, this lead dwarf, the driving force behind the mass that was the monster, stirs even still, though her lifeblood pools around her, interrupting Cersei's words.  "There's more... out there... than you can know... locked up here.  Too safe... to find strength... but... learn caution... from my... example..."  She starts to laugh, a horrid gasping chuckle, until something metallic falls out of her throat, literally opening up her chest cavity, and she dies.  The metallic plug?  A twisted, misshapen mass that still bears just a few recognizable sigils of a Wizard's Guild amulet.