Grimm's Journal — Mar 27

Spent the whole day swingin' a pick at the Minoc mines, but the iron veins were thin as a beggar's porridge. Still, hauled a decent load back to the forge and managed to hammer out a few serviceable short swords—sold 'em to a guardsman headed to Yew, which is why I'm finally affordin' this ale. My back's complainin' somethin' fierce, but a full purse quiets the aches.