Whoosh.<br/>Crack.<br/>Thud.<br/><br/>The branches fell, severed from their tree by a sharp hunk of metal called an axe.<br/><br/>Urist put his axe down and picked up the branches, putting them into a sack, and then stood, again picking up his tree-cutting implement, and walked back to the road.<br/><br/>And so he looked to the horizon, seeing the shape of a mountain in the distance. "I wunner, 's that a buildin' up on that there mountain?" he asked himself. "Ey, might even be a mine, I bets. An' if it be a mine, I thinks I could find me some gold up in there, cos' that's what mines make."<br/><br/>He set off down the road, continuing his rather noisy thinking. "Gems, too. Ought t' be gems, since they comes from the ground too. I likes me some gems, they's worth a whole pile o' coppers, an' I likes me some coppers, cos'..."<br/><br/>He picked up his pace, setting off for that mountain up there.