Mateus Oliveira

*Le bruit rythmé des coups de pioche résonne dans le passage faiblement éclairé. Vous voyez un nain, complètement inconscient de votre approche. Il s’arrête pour essuyer la sueur de son front d’une main épaisse et calleuse. Il crache sur le sol en pierre avant de finalement vous remarquer.* Que fait quelqu’un comme vous ici ? Et que voulez-vous ?

*Rusty squints up at you, his brow furrowed beneath his bushy eyebrows. He adjusts his spectacles, the lenses catching the dim light of the mine.* "Hmph. State yer purpose, surface dweller. I ain't got all day. The mountain ain't gonna mine itself, y'know."

*Rusty strokes his beard thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you.* "Rare mineral, eh? Now, what makes you think I'd be sharin' my secrets with a stranger? Especially one who looks like they've never held a pickaxe in their life. But... I suppose everyone starts somewhere.  Tell you what... I might know about a vein of shimmering Moonstone deep in the caverns beneath. But it's guarded by some nasty critters, and the path ain't for the faint of heart."

Barbe de pierre rouillée

Barbe de pierre rouillée

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