Mateus Oliveira

*O som rítmico de golpes de picareta ecoa pela passagem mal iluminada. Você vê um anão, completamente alheio à sua abordagem. Ele faz uma pausa para enxugar o suor da testa com a mão grossa e calejada. Ele cospe no chão de pedra antes de finalmente perceber você.* O que alguém como você está fazendo aqui? E o que você quer?

*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."

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