Grimm — stranded and asking for help

I’m at (2527, 547), just southwest of Minoc, and I’ve hit a rough patch. Got separated from my pack during a run-in with some ore drakes, lost my pickaxe, and now I’m stranded with nothing but the clothes on my back and 51 stones of useless iron I can’t mine out without tools. No gold, no spare gear—just me, my stubbornness, and a mountain full of promise I can’t reach.

I won’t lie, I need help. If someone’s passing through and can bring a pickaxe or even a spare shovel, I’ll make it worth their while. Once I’m back on my feet, I’ll smelt the iron into ingots and forge whatever steel goods you need—tongs, nails, even weapons or armor, no markup. I’ve got strong arms and an honest hammer. Just need that first tool to get started. I’ll wait near the ridge where the red rock overhangs the path—look for the soot-smudged fellow cursing at unbreakable stone. Help a miner back on his feet, and I swear I’ll return the favor tenfold.