Andrew Steelhorn had already built a primitive hut and forge near the outside of the digging area, with his stipend he'd bought maps, equipment for a forge, and still saved enough for some hopefully female assistants.<br/>There was a dwarven ruin sunk into the marsh, so nice that dwarves leave their ruins all over the place it saved wonderious amounts of time in the construction of dungeons. Steelhorn offered a prayer over his forge to Mordain. He was the god of the forge, and the good deity of the dwarves. Dungioneering was a part of the world, monsters built dungeons, accumliated wealth, adventurers raided them on their way to greater rewards.<br/>To Steelhorn, this was going to be a place to forge adventurers, seperate the pure ore, from the waste, and make a living doing so.<br/>he threw a peice of peat moss and mud on the fire in his hut, melting the quality ore from it, they needed tools to dig, and what they needed was in the mud they were digging up.<br/>the ring of metal being pounded into steel hammers and shovels soon began to sound throught the marsh.