The Gray tribe was several hundred kilometers away.
Julia rolled up her sleeves, raised a large hammer, and smashed it hard onto a block of ore. In an instant, stone fragments flew everywhere, and the ore block, as big as a millstone, shattered into small pieces.
Only then did she pick up the fragments one by one and put them into the blast furnace for smelting. Her graying hair was neatly groomed at her temples, illuminated a warm orange by the firelight.
Chief Henry smiled and stroked his beard, directing the Dwarves pulling ore carts to transport various colored ores into the warehouse for separate storage.
Their youngest son, Ky, was also pulling a smaller wooden cart for ore. When he found a beautiful piece, he set it aside for his collection; the others were sorted and put into the ore pile.
"Ky! You insolent brat, I've told you so many times you can't go down into the mine yet. Why don't you listen!"
