Chapter 1 - They Set Off The sound of metal hitting against rock sounded throughout the cave, before a yell came from one of the miners within. Many more of the workers came over to the one who beckoned them, and gasped. A burly man came by, a large iron pickaxe within his right hand. He pushed his way through the crowd of the workers before glaring around at the folk. Most of the men did not make eye contact, and others simply moved out of the way, letting him get closer to the thing that the guffawed at. The miner who found the ore gulped, and looked up at the Conductor of the Mines. That was not really his name, that is just what most of the men called him. No one really knew, that his name was Mullin Coller. The Conductor leaned down, picking up the large piece of silver ore that was just mined by the underling. He examined it, before looking around at the other workers. He simply nodded at all of them, before throwing the piece of ore back to the ground. The Conductor then slammed his pickaxe into the wall of the cave around the area of where the silver ore was mined. To most, this would seem like a weird gesture because the Conductor rendered no words, but to the underling, this was the biggest form of a compliment. The others immediately got to work within the area, mining away, hoping to find more of the precious silver ore. Mullin had a knack at realizing when an area of the cave would give off something special. Outside of this cave, within the Groltounge Mountain was the town of Biltmore. It was the middle of day during summer, the hard working time of the people. Everyone was milling about, even if it seemed they had nothing to do they were doing something. In fact in the next couple of days the festival of Artindus will begin. Artindus is a common folktale told to children by the folk of the western kingdoms. Once every summer a white tailed fox will travel through the lands and help give fertility to the harvests. When the fox has past over the participating city, the city shall have a feast celebrating the blessing. Isaac Tilbak, the tailor, was making garments for Lord Biltmore today and was closed because he was working so efficiently. Lord Biltmore had many things arranged on the festival to have the people have fun, and spend money. The carpenters were ordered to refurnish the festival tables, as well as the seats. While they did that, logs were cut from the forest outside Biltmore to be able to make the fine tasting goods presented to the people. Delicacies such as Fishwater possum, yellow herb bread, and Helodfater the children's favorite. Since everyone was preparing it was easy for Jonathan O'Daniel to get his group ready to leave without anyone in the town noticing. Over the past couple of weeks Jonathan has acquired a bounty of horses from one of his good friends in Stonegate. Everyone who signed up for this would be paid and then most likely be put into the army. Once Arendanna regained it's forces, then it would be the kingdom it once was. Jonathan sat by his horse outside of Biltmore waiting for the members of his company to assemble.