Vela grinned at her companionably. “Well, if it"s a story you"re wanting, I"ve heard a few, the Miner"s Guildhall rife with "em.”
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Twas south from here in the southeast mountains where in places there be outcrops of aphanite spread throughout the range, but just upon the surface, as though thrown there in a child"s tantrum, the mountains mostly granite.
In the mines of Baron Cetus Footsore, a great Lord long deceased, a story began to float, a rockman living in the mines, his countenance a terror to behold. At first the stories were discounted as it be known when gasses seep from seams of certain rock, a person mayhap see or hear thing which aren"t there.
Soon the sightings coincided with cave-ins, and miners who nearly lost their lives began to swear the Rockman had just fled the
