Mining Mission

Den-fey, Rhett just nodded as he looked around at the mutilated bodies of bandits before leisurely plucking up a pickaxe from one of the bodies as he approached what he thought was an ore vein.  The Male narrowed his daze down at the ore before quickly striking it almost embedding the pickaxe into the stone since he was outputting a lot of strength into his swing like he normally did with his weapons.

His arms shook briefly as he blew on them slightly. "Damn." he said waiting for the shaking to cease as he looked around to carefully observe the bodies, it was rather gruesome, and he hated the look of course, but he simply sighed as he reached over to take the pickaxe before he removed it from the rock. Rhett seemed to learn a bit from this mistake as he started to carefully chip at the rock, still didn't have any gloves on, but that's fine.

When he had chipped away at a bit of the ore, he approached the bag he had to store some in before returning to his ore vein. At least they had a cart ready so they didn't have to drag all these bags of war with them, although he probably wouldn't have mind it. Possibly? Either way this ore was for their village to make weapons and armor so they wouldn't be so ill prepared, just like today actually.