Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20170104005923

"Aye, let's get goin. Want ta get done this shite as much as you two, gotta good bottle of spirit from the general store in town, and it's callin ma name." Merdol leads Cyndwella into the mine, a flustered Hound following behind. Merdol follows the rail tracks down into the cavern, sounds of Dwarvish profanity and picks rings out through the stone halls.

"Every week on Friday we have someone check the railway, all the ties were secure and the support beams are still strong. We had a few dry rooted ones but we switched them out. Our biggest concern right now is the new chamber we're workin on. Damn thing gives me the willies. Somethin in ma gut tells me it isn't secure, but that is where we believe to be the biggest silver vein yet." Merdol shows Cyndwella and Hound chamber to chamber as she continues.

"I'm hopin ta deliver a shipment of silver to Zahmeria by Thursday." Merdol turns to Hound. He pauses and looks back at her. Her big green eyes, red hair and tiny body make her ungodly cute for someone sporting such a stern and determined face. Merdol is unmistakable amongst her pint sized kin, her freckles and big scar on her right cheek are her identifying marks.

"Well don't push yourselves Merdol, silver isn't everything. Don't go any further into the mine until you can guarantee it's safe." Marcus replies. His voice is tough and authoritative.