Forge

As Jolthar and Nytheria arrived at the mines, the scene before them was industrious yet orderly. The wooden compartments, though modest, were neatly arranged and well-maintained, each designed to accommodate the workers and provide for their basic needs.

These compartments were a testament to Cleora's care and diligence—she had ensured that the miners had shelter, access to food, and a place to rest after long hours of labour.

Jolthar dismounted the drake, his boots crunching against the gravelly ground as he surveyed the area.

Nearby, Nytheria remained with the drake, her fingers gently caressing its scaled neck as though whispering silent reassurances to the creature. Her silver eyes glanced occasionally toward Jolthar, her usual calm demeanour unchanged, though she seemed content to let him handle the interactions for now.