The miner, finding no help in Narrowhaven or elsewhere, returned to Castle Stormpeak in despair. Among the folk of the castle, there was a Knight called Mythriel who listened to the dwarf miner's tale of woe. "I may not be of much use against a Black Dragon, but I will patrol the cavern and search for safe veins." Mythriel had promised.
The miner shrugged, and went to the castle's buttery hall for a towering tankard of frothy ale and the Castle's infamous meat pies. Days went by with no word from the dwarf knight or offers of help. Then Mythriel returned.
"I've good news and bad for ye." Mythriel said.
"I reckon' I'll hear the bad first..." Snorted the miner.
"The black dragon, demons, and ogre lords have claimed the Northwest Cavern and they cannot be purged by the sword or any other means, I fear." Mythriel displayed the head of a black dragon, an ogre lord, and the blackened hide of a wandering void demon. "Though slain, they return once again, as if conjured by some entity."
"The good?" The miner said with a drunken grunt.
"The Ophidian Tribes have abandoned the Southeast chamber and there are many rich veins of ore." Mythriel replied and opened a pouch and showed off, a few tiny samples of chipped off ores.
The miner's eyes lit up! It was time to revisit the caves and lay claim to the minerals locked within the cave's foreboding depths.
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