[open] they call it a mine

[infinitewatch]

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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[ethelmar]

The mines are the livelihoods of the miners, and the lifeblood of the village itself. If the company closes and leaves the area, Magistrate Emery Ward is unsure what other merchant he can coax and cajole in to take its place. (He made a better soldier than public figure, in his opinion.)

His footsteps on the cobblestone and snow announce his presence so that he won't take the Captain unawares, and should Lance glance at him, he gets a brief nod for his trouble. "Who else are we expecting?" he asks. That's greeting enough, probably.