Dwellers of the Forbidden City
The tubs are super-sized, permitting any who wish to bathe the opportunity to do so, providing they have dismissed the Dweller General's warning on the epidermal absorption of heavy metals.
Within the canopy of vines, Rasxif spots a veritable panoply of sinewy limbs, all attached, doubtless, to sinewy little bodies, themselves, at times, indistinguishable from the vines. If not for Bart's warning, delivered moments before, about the pervasive presence of evil with the chamber, his hand having indicated the ceiling creepers and then the cavemouth above, he might not have spotted them at all.
As for the young men, they look to be wasted, having abandoned any pumping of the bellows absent any direct compulsion to do so. One stares alternately at a clod of dirt on the floor and at a cave bug on the coal pile, his head swiveling one way and then the other in the manner of those in an altered mental state. The other has arranged some seemingly uncountable number of short swords before him and has started grunting to himself a few words that can't quite be made out.