â€œFrom the mine?â€  Tryn was startled. â€œYou don't mean to say... you're going to venture in there?  On your own?  Surely that's foolish, even for an elf.  Haven't you tried finding the supplies you're looking for here in town?  There are many esoteric merchants here in town, at the Gypsy or in the marketplace when the weather's fair.  If it's medicine you're wanting, there's even an apothecary in the square.â€<br/><br/>Realizing he was rambling just a bit, Tryn paused to gather his thoughts.<br/><br/>â€œForgive me, but as a long-term resident of this hell... I'd recommend quite strongly against going to the mines on your own.  If they'd even let you in, the men who work in the upper levels are just as likely to harass you as anything that lives beneath.  It's not a safe place, not even for the workers.  Strange things hide in the deep.â€<br/><br/>Even as he spoke, Tryn was forced to wonder why he even cared.  He'd seen countless men and womenâ€”treasure hunters, some, but mostly miners and deep-delversâ€”vanish into the mines high in the mountain passages, never to be heard from again.  Those that had returned had found nothing worth their time, or they returned changed: old, hollow, speaking of monsters and shadows and lights in the deep roads.  He'd never really given much thought to this coming and going of souls, never given much care for those lost to mishap or madness in the depths.<br/><br/>Still, he couldn't help but protest the strange quest this elven girl proposed.  It seemed such a waste that someone like her be lost to the grime and stench of the underdeep.  She was elvenkind, and had no place in those depths.  In fact, she was the first he'd ever heard speak of venturing there.  Many elves came through Frostwilde, keeping mostly to themselves, but they kept wisely far from the mines.  He'd always thought they were more intuitive, able to see through stone and vein to the true horrors beneath the earth, and so were not foolish enough to wander in.  Perhaps he'd been wrong.