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"Tell this Dalamar that I want to meet him," the
shopkeeper said in a calmer voice. "I have a few business
ideas that may interest him. Knowledge like this can be a
valuable piece of merchandise. I know of several people
who would pay fortunes to get a single glimpse of the
future."
"Like you?" Lodston snorted sarcastically. He collected
the provisions in a bulky sack and headed for the door.
"Don't forget to tell him what I said!" Martin called as
the hermit stumbled into the empty street without looking
back.
Lodston's "cave" was actually an abandoned dwarven gold
mine. For centuries before he was born, the hermit's people
had tunneled into the mountainside near the Meltstone
River, enriching both themselves and the local human
merchants with great amounts of the yellow metal. When
iron ingots replaced gold and silver as the most precious
substance on Krynn - to make weapons of steel - the rich
Hylar dwarves near Digfel became paupers. Only a handful
of the sturdy miners remained in human towns in the
foothills of the dwarven highlands, becoming blacksmiths
and armorers. Human prospectors took their place as
miners, but of iron ore rather than softer metals such as
gold and silver
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