<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/M0Uucn5.jpg)</div>The door to the taproom swung open once more, from the booth those gathered round the table heard a muffled sound of "Aye, and by this time nex' year we'll be rich as kings!" immediately followed by jovial, boisterous laughter, along with a telltale sign of a rhythmic thunk, thunk, thunk of a walking stick on the wooden floor. A sound of skin slapping skin could be heard just before the grey-streaked visage of Gundren Rockseeker made himself known to the inhabitants. "Och, Maisy's still no' shinin' t'me advances," he said, grin unblemished, acknowledging he had attempted to feel up the rump of the barmaid that had served the group, "But y'cannae blame an aul Dwarf fer tryin, eh? Ha ha!"<br/><br/>"Cindrana! Charmin' shirt, hows yer Gran doin, I hope her hip's nae botherin' her this season? Ylena, I see y'r as meticulous as ever, must have had those maps taken out special e'er since I mentioned Harkenwold in me message, aye? Been t'yer folks afore I came here Alice, they're fixin' up a friend's sword for the trip east. I could the cheers o' yer crowd e'en over the sound o' steel Kotone, must have been some show, I'll make sure I catch the next. An' Sekko, mightiest dragon in Fallcrest, ha ha!"<br/><br/>"Anyway, budge y'selves up lasses, an' clear a lil' space on the table. I've got a job for ye, an' it's a goodun at that." The Dwarven prospector laid out a map, familiar to some around the booth as the layout of Harkenwold rather than the Nentir Vale proper, careful not to disrupt any of Ylena's own that had been lain out. "Me an' me brothers 'ave been searchin' for somethin' for years, that'll nay only 'elp agin the monsters as 'ave been pesterin' these lands of late but'll make everyone here a small fortune. An' it's fou' RIGHT<strong>'ERE!</strong>" he exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table and bellowing forth another laugh, "T'think it's been just within reach the entire time. Wave Echo Cave, a lost mine from ages past, dug by human, dwarf an' gnome side by side an' if the legends are true... well, I don't want taw disappoint you if they ain't."<br/><br/>A blushing Maisy returned to the table, any who had yet to receive their drinks, including Gundren who she was staring daggers at, received them with Gundren paying the tab.<br/>"Now y'might be thinkin' Why I need yer 'elp, y'might not be prospectors by trade, but I'll need all the muscle and finesse I can t'see me supplies safely reach the Harkenwold Trading Station," he says,  his finger pointing at the western entrance to the region, tracing along the path to Albridge and into Harken proper. "M'brothers are already in Harkenwold settin' up shop, and I need to make sure everythin' we need gets there safe an' sound an' for the easy part of the job, just makin' sure everything gets there, y'ell see each o' yer pockets get ten gold richer. After tha', we might need a little 'elp wi' some local...<em>colour</em>. Beasties o' all shapes have been makin' their way east for a while now, the gods alone knows what's caused this migration, so we need skilled blades, sharpshooters, those as can 'elp investigate, charm the locals an' a powerful wee dragon t'make sure things go smooth. Details o' your cut from the excavation and re-openin' o' the mine will have t'be discussed wi' m'brothers an' any locals who think they have a claim on it, but ye'll be well compensated."<br/><br/>The dwarf took a moment to pause and soothe his throat, quaffing his drink, "Ah'll be headin' on t'day wi' a friend o' mine, a walkin' encyclopedia o' the area name of Sildar Hallwinter, but the last o' the stock won't be here until t' day after t'morrow. Now me an' Sildar have a lil' business in town tha' needs to be done afore prospectin' can start an' we'll be able t'get there faster on our lonesome. Man's a warrior o' some repute, a noble blade swinger t'match 'is knowledge so there's lil chance o' any harm comin' our way."<br/><br/>"So, are ye game? Feel like makin' yer claim wi' old Gundren one more time?"