Grimm's Journal — Mar 28

Spent most of the day up in the Minoc mines, the old fool's gold vein near the entrance finally gave up some decent iron for a change. Took a whole pile of it to Indira, hoping to turn a quick profit, but she just scoffed at my ingots—said she only wants finished goods these days. So I'm back at the forge, hammering away; at least my arms are getting stronger, even if my purse is still light.