The pickaxe was attached fairly well, but a harder pull got it out of the wall. Its nails had attached it, not nailed through but above and below, tightening it up firm against the wall, but a good pull let him have it again. The silver pickaxe in hand, he had the last thiing of value in that place.<br/><br/>The goblin women had gathered thwat there was, ready to get on the move. The boy too was up on his feet by now, and ready to follow along. They smiled a little and watched him quietly still.<br/><br/>"Lets head on then." The boy said moving at Marric's side.