~ So the doorkeeper was actually him! ~<br/>Zenith thought, then raised a brow at the words following, looking unconvinced. "Mines? Arent those the most unreliable sources of remains of old metals and mining materials? Usually already plundered by robbers and frequented by monsters?" he humphed and glanced in turns at the director and the goron, waiting for further explanation.<br/>His own firepower was dependant on ressources, and he rather not waste it for nothing.<br/>Being poor was one thing, but being poor and wasting ressources...?<br/>After being silent fo a little while, he dryly remarked.<br/>"Our firepower seems a little lacking as well."