Jørn Jakobsen moved his company southward toward the abandoned Garhim mines just outside of Havenhill. Fortunately, the Queen’s incompetent troops had occupied the mines for merely a matter of days before giving up and deserting them. The Garhims, having an acute sense for mining, knew that just below lay veins of iron. Bringing along half of all the able-bodied men, a small work force was assembled.
Jørn approached Derek, the overseer of the mining operation. “What’s our progress so far for today?” inquired Jørn.
“You came at a good time. We just hit the big vein we’ve been expecting. We’re currently bringing out the first of the vein, and it looks promising” Derek replied. “We should have our rate of production doubled by the end of the day.”
“Good. When do you expect we can pull out of here?”
“We’ll have enough armor sets for five hundred men before the end of the week. The workers are optimistic, so we could possibly finish up sooner than that.”
“All right, I’ll be back to check up within the next few days. Give the men double rations for all the hard work they've done today.”
“Yes sir. I’ll tell them immediately.”
Crane
Mine
Jørn and Derek
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