After digging for hours straight, Xaphxan couldn't help but curse in his mind as he watched Rael dig without rest, giving him only two thirty-minute breaks the entire time.
He massaged his palms, already sporting a few blisters from the relentless hacking at rocks.
'A fruitless endeavor… yes, completely fruitless. Why the hell is he searching for metal instead of setting up more countermeasures for the Withered Nights? 'Xaphxan thought bitterly, popping one of the blisters on his palm. 'An iron fence? Metallic fortifications? How does he even plan to melt the metal? This is a complete waste of time. Why did the heavens put me in this kind of situation?'
