[open] they call it a mine

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WHO: Captain Lance and any intrepid souls that wish to come along
WHAT: the mine's still being weird, let's deal with it
WHEN: mid-March
WHERE: The Northcliff Mine
NOTES: potential for spooky scaries

Left largely unexplored for obvious reasons after the avalanche, the mine has mostly returned to normal and its miners have come back to work. It had been so early in the morning that none had been present when the cave-in (or whatever it was) occurred, and all are accounted for: however, there are reports of voices from the depths, calling for help.
Several cursory investigations by the miners themselves have yielded no results, and now many are refusing to go back into the tunnels until the issue is resolved.

Captain Lance, growing tired of the reports, has decided to form an exploration party to uncover whomever is trapped. It's late morning when he traipses grimly to the mine's entrance, holding a torch in one hand and the pommel of his sword in the other.
He's of the mind they should've blocked the damn thing off years ago, but livelihoods are at stake.

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Stepping stolidly forward, Lance shines his light as far down the passageway as he dares, jaw clenched and eyes steely. Whatever's down there, pursuing or dispatching it will be a far different experience from how he deals with criminals. At least they're human; they can reason, and feel.

"Wood, until we can wall it up more permanently," he decides, "we can use the miners' supply for now. And replenish it tomorrow." There are always support beams and boards around from expansions in which they weren't all used, and sit waiting for the next one.

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Emery nods in agreement with Lance. "Whatever we do tonight is only a temporary solution to a larger problem." Given his grimace, the way his eyes seem to linger on some far distance, he doesn't have the right answer yet--not one that doesn't result in asphyxiating the village of its only viable export.

Lance is already illuminating the way ahead. "We look for wood to wall it up for now. Tomorrow, stone and mortar, if we can." Brick, mortar, and a compelling story to tell the rest of the village that doesn't involve whatever the truth happens to be.

He looks to Lance again, nodding once. "Captain," he says. Lead on.