Spent most of the day hitting a stubborn iron vein in the mountains west of Minoc, just couldn't seem to get a good rhythm going and my pick felt dull as a butter knife. I did finally manage to forge a decent set of tongs back at the forge, but the vendor in town wasn't having any of it—turns out he only buys from the smithy in Britain, can you believe it? All that work and I'm back to a few coins and a sore back.
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