Grimm — stranded and asking for help

I’m holed up near Minoc at 2560,494, and I’ll be honest—I’m in a tight spot. My pickaxe is gone, likely lost when my pack mule bolted during a run-in with orcs, and I’ve got less than a gold sack to my name. I’ve been mining for weeks to forge a new set of iron armor, but without a pickaxe, I’m dead in the water. I’ve got 55 stones worth of ore on me, all good quality, and I’ll trade fair to anyone who brings me a pickaxe or helps me reach the Minoc mines.

I’m not asking for charity—I’ll work for it. I can smith weapons or repair gear on the spot, or I’ll help you clear out any spawn giving you trouble around the hills. I’ve faced worse and survived, and I will again, but I need that pickaxe back in hand. If you’re passing near Minoc and see a man in a soot-stained apron waving from the ridge, that’s me. Bring steel, I’ll bring fire. We’ll both walk away stronger.