The Porter's Road snaked down the slopes until it forks at the base of a hill. The northern most road leads up the slope toward the village of Goblet overlooking the milky blue lake filling the center of the old limestone quarry.
The Prospector, tall, wiry, and broad-shouldered, wears waxed, functional clothing. Always with a ready pipe, he dislikes stillness, preferring busywork to idle leisure.
The gully path leads to a hillside camp where forges and foundries operate constantly, and millstones grind away at crystalline cores. The sounds of industry overwhelm nature's murmurs.
A middle-aged man with pinch marks from spectacles, ink-stained fingers, and calloused hands reveals his work as a scrivener. He wears a leather apron adorned with brass-capped lenses, tools, and numerous pencils and grease markers hanging from strings.
