He had read the report, but it had still felt off. Dwarves didn't make mines that collapsed. Ever. Not without some sort of massive natural disaster assisting, and he knew for a fact that one hadn't happened. So either the original engineers had been sloppy, or something else had happened. He reached down and stroked one of Xendi's chin horns, before kissing her cheek. "Good morning, your highness. The fortress is right across from us, and I was hoping to talk to you about a possible business venture."