so, to the world tryndets, coughs, bends, on the remnants of a dead civilization in some crazy symbiosis there are two classes, those above and those below. To maintain the life of the upper, the lower ones are served by some enchanting structures built on volcanoes, it is clear that for a long time the mechanisms worn out and the machines were tired of generating energy for flying fortresses, but nevertheless these are fragments of the old world that will still serve for good or evil . Instead, the lower ones receive the fruits of the mental and not very labor of the upper ones and I drag this swag in caravans to their habitats, naturally located at a great distance from dangerous lands. In this way they survive. By the way, it is possible that the scorpion riders are hired lower, security guards, in the service of the upper.