Outside, rain poured steadily. The Garetts seemed delighted by the rare sight, some tasting the raindrops with their tongues while others spread their wings to soar through the drizzle.
Meanwhile, the mine remained idle, awaiting the go-ahead to resume operations. Michael called the overseer, assuring him that all toxic gases in the tunnels had been cleared and that work could safely resume.
The nervous overseer beamed with relief, quickly summoning the miners. Their cheers filled the air.
"Thank you, Sir Michael!"
"You've saved us yet again!"
"Not only did you give us jobs, but you also care about our safety. We're forever grateful!"
Michael waved at the grateful miners, smiling as he watched their worn faces brighten with joy. Seeing the once-haggard people laugh and express their gratitude felt even better than acquiring rare artifacts.
So this is the satisfaction of being recognized.