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With the container in tow, the five of them moved more and more away from the busy marketplace. The path they were taking was still busy with travelers and residents of the great Tyr Donian city. The real city was inside the mountain, waiting for them if they had decided to venture deeper into the marketplace, but instead, they were taking a mountain hike. Share was quiet as they walked, seeming to not have anything to say to them as of yet.

They were going to be walking for a good ten minutes until they finally came to a official rest stop, which was basically a small center where travelers could stop and rest, purchase food, use the bathroom, or any other necessity. They were practically the only ones there save for the dwarven guard, whose thumbs was in his large belt with a pistol at his side and a rifle on his back. There were three paths here: the one they just came from, one that went right, and the third going left, which went higher into the mountains. The right path led more into the civilized areas of Mithril Mountains, so that no one could get lost. The left path, however, was for the more adventurous people. It ended some ways down, allowing for anyone to go freely in any direction, but was also the most risky. You could get lost if you didn't know your way around, in addition to having little no one to protect you if you run into unexpected trouble. That was why there was a sign to inform travelers of this, warning them of the more risky left path.

Share moved off to the side, a little away from the rest stop, motioning for his party to come over.

"Well, looks like it's time to do a little briefing with you guys." His hands rested on his hips, his right eye looking them over each again. "Our destination is a day's walk away. I would have gotten us some transportation, but vehicles don't exactly help out here on this type of terrain. The dwarven town that is close to the mines is called Killit, so we'll go there to replenish our supplies before heading into them. I brought enough rations to last us for a week, waiting for us in my bag of holding here."

His right hand patted the black pouch at his right side. Though it looked only as big as a normal shoulder pouch, it held dimensionally a lot more.

"Now, the road there isn't going to be easy, so I wanted to least forewarn you guys of what we have ahead of us. But first, let's get this container out of your hands."

Share walked over to the metal box, using a key to open the lock. When he opened it, it revealed five pickaxes, each looking like they were bought right out of the store...which they were. Each one weighed about 3 lbs, yet it was odd that the metal box weighed a lot more.

"Each of you take one," he said, pulling out one of the pickaxes and sheathing it onto his back with his backpack.

Reyin tried to be chatty during the entirety of the trip, and as long as the rest of the party reciprocated he wouldn't shut up. It was just in Reyin's nature, trying to be as friendly as possible without crossing into annoying territory. There wasn't really a lot to talk about over the course of a ten minute hike, but Reyin managed to get in a good bit about his own personal history. How his parents were rich, how his great grandfather was some sort of amazing hero, the kindly old couple that gave him a place to stay in Aekea, and this one time that he nearly broke up a famous crime syndicate.

The last story didn't really reach its conclusion before he was told to set the container down. There was some relief on Reyin's end, as the moment he put the container down he started rotating his arm in its socket, trying to relieve some of the soreness that had gathered there over the course of their little hike.

Once the crate opened up and he noticed what was inside, all Reyin could do was arch an eyebrow.

"That's it? Man...those things are heavy."

The eye-patched employer turned his back toward the station as he crouched next to the container. His hand reached inside before pulling out the floor. A fake floor, at that, to reveal another compartment. Within sat what appeared to be dynamite, about twenty sticks of it or so of red explosive fun. He picked up one, keeping it low for the guys to see, but for the guard over yonder not to spot.

"I wouldn't have been able to pass investigation if they saw I had these in here. Where we're going, it's most likely we'll need them."

He put them back into the container. It should be lighter now with the axes out, so they won't have any problems carrying it some more.

"Let's just get this out of view of the authorities a little more before we start to stash them."

Closing the container up, he started his walk toward the left path.

"Well, let's get going. We can't waste the day away."

"Ugh, man..."

Reyin had managed to wedge his assigned pickaxe in between his longsword's scabbard and his back. It wasn't very comfortable, but Reyin figured it was a temporary solution until he didn't need to carry around the iron box anymore. As Anson prepared to shoulder the load Reyin patted his right bicep, bent down, then grabbed a handle. It was true the thing was lighter now, but with the addition of a small amount of fatigue the box certainly could afforded to shed a few more pounds before Reyin would be happy hauling it another mile or two.

"Alright boss. Lead on."

Share was surprised that this group was very obedient. Then again, these were young so-called mercenaries. They were still fresh to the occupation. They likely thought this was just another humble job to make your earnings. While he wouldn't mind giving them this type of experience, a job that just required some work from them and no other obligations, it was reality that such a dream will never come to be. These kids were going to be tested by the wheels of fate later on. He already knew that much.

"Alright, put it down," he said to them as they were further up the rocky path.

With distance between them and the guard post down there, he could safely open the container, taking out each stick of dynamite. Opening the black pouch at his side, he started to stick each one into it. Despite the capacity of the sticks themselves, the dimensional bag had no problem swallowing up each one. With the container finally cleaned out, he stood to his feet.

"You guys can leave the container here. From this point on, we'll be carrying our feet."

He looked to the shy girl who was keeping near the rear of the group. This had him gaze at each one of the fellows currently in this group.

"Um...if you don't mind, can you three give yourselves an introduction to one another again? This time, I will like for you to also tell your specialties. If we're going to work as a team here, I'll like for each of you to know your strengths and weaknesses. We can already tell the little gal there isn't much muscle."

Share scratched his head as he listened to the three introduce themselves. He already knew what they were capable of, which was why he felt confident in their abilities despite their...youth. Man, they were young, unlike him.

"There's not much to know about me that you already don't know," he answered to Reyin in his gruff voice. "I'm a jeweler who has come to the mountains to claim the unclaimed. After this, I'm going to have myself a hefty fortune and you three will be walking away with some full pockets of your own. There ain't anything else to that. Let's get going. We still have a ways to walk."

Turning around, he then began down the rocky slope. Before them was the normal span of mountainous terrain. There was a lot of dips and rises with the further reaches containing the mountains rising higher into the sky. There were a few goats that could be seen on some of the hills, mainly minding their business with eating grass. But for the most part, nothing out of the ordinary.

One hour into their expedition, the sun was often being blocked out by some clouds coming in from the west. The wind was a bit more breezy than usual as the shadows of the overcast streamed across the area. Share would often stare up at the sky, then down to the folded out map in his hands as he kept his eye on the drawn out trail he drew. When they finally reached a hill, down below, they will all suddenly see a small camp of sorts with large tents set up here and there. Smoke rose from a created fireplace down there with some clothes hanging on wires. The camp appeared bigger than a normal little gathering.

"Hm. Wonder who lives there. Well, no use in passing up the opportunity for a little information on the area."

Share then proceeded down to the camp, which was clearly empty from the outside. When he got down below, he spoke out in a loud voice: "Anyone here?"

He stopped and paused, waiting for someone to come out one of the tents. But no one did. This had him move a bit further, finally looking through one of the tents.

"Excuse me..." But no one was in them. Boxes, beds, and other normal living materials were scattered inside each tent, but it seemed like no one was here. The fireplace was still smoking, showing that it was probably not long ago when someone may have ignited it. Recognizable tools that were present were shovels, chisels, and knives. And what appeared to be some animal hide hanging off a chair.