Fifteen days had passed quietly since the last meeting, and in that time the Osborn Clan had grown busier than it had been in months.
The mine occupied most of that early attention. Leon, Morgan, and a small group of carefully selected trusted members spent the first week working through every accessible chamber behind the concealment formation, surveying what centuries of undisturbed formation had actually produced.
What they found exceeded even Robert's initial estimate. The vein, sealed and untouched for longer than any of them could properly account for, had allowed thousands of naturally matured mid-grade spirit stones to accumulate throughout its outer chambers—resources that had simply formed and gathered over hundreds of years while nobody knew the mine existed at all.
