Grimm — stranded and asking for help

I'm holed up just outside Minoc at 2513,478, and I'll be honest—I'm in a tight spot. My pickaxe is gone, likely lost in the scramble when the earth trembled near the mines. I’ve got eight gold to my name and barely enough supplies to keep the forge hot another day. Without a tool, I can’t mine, and without ore, I can’t smith. This land’s harsh, but I’m not one to beg—I’ll earn any help I get.

If someone can bring me a pickaxe or even spare the ore to get me started again, I’ll return the favor with steel. I can craft weapons, repair gear, or smelt down anything you bring—no charge. Just need to get back on my feet. I’ll be at the anvil near the ridge, the one with the cracked stone base. I keep my word, and in a world like this, that’s worth more than gold.