A talk with Spindle

Cain walked toward the mine's entrance with a worried mind. He might find something horrid inside, surviving the winter in his past life was hard enough. He couldn't imagine what being put to work in a mine on top of that would be.

Walking inside the mine's entrance he could hear the axes still pecking inside. It was still working hours and by the lord's words, the kids would work as porters outside of that time. The reason is that some of them are children of the mines themselves that they were forced to sell to be able to survive the winter.

He looked around, the entrance was wide, a large wooden door with a steel mesh as a window. Beside the rocky wall was an olive tree that seem to have grown a bit too big. A few buckets of water, crates filled with rock, dirt, and ores were lined up beside it.

To the left is thick foliage of trees and bushes, greenery that screamed spring, winter has passed.