I returned to Brimloch Roon to retreive my pick, only to find that I had left it in Ishad N'ha. Curses! I ran out the east gate of Brimloch Roon. I ran past Dragonspire. I ran like the wind. I ran as if Erathsmedor himself were chasing me. I located my pick just outside of Ishad N'ha. I threw it in my pack and ran for Brimloch Roon. I ran like...well, you get the picture.
Finally my journey was complete! I dropped to my knees in front of the sand pile. What riches lay in my future? A great sword, a priceless gem, an ability boosting anhk? Images of Drukus' lost car keys swam before my vision. I used the pick on the sand pile. Nothing happened! I checked to make sure that I was actually using the pick and tried again. Again, nothing happened. I threw back my head and howled into the night sky, a long, mournful sound.
Oh well. Maybe I'll find a shovel somewhere.
Serath
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