*Glances up in pure confusion, coal covered eyes finding a small crack in the wall where a white raven stares, calling for him. Striking his pick into the the rock, he shambles over to the whole and grabs the paper in the small slit. Reading over it, he responds to himself, "What t'e 'ell Arbrek be goin on about? Eh I'll be findin out when I feel like gettin out of t'is thrice-damned 'ole. Besides," *Turnig back to the wall of stone and gems, I gots me shome minin to do."
((Sorry for my inactivity everybody, I have some problems with school and I am not allowed on my computer. This was written on my phone and I hope to be mining in game soon.))