A cold wind blasts your face the moment you open the door. You pause, your feet stiff with doubt as the stale air fills your lungs.“What ya waitin’ fer!?” the boggart howls and dashes through the other door: “G.’s Hideaway”.You don’t need to be told twice! The Mung approaches, illuminating the passage with green light, before you ever see its bulbous amorphous form.The way to Helgroathe Mine is quiet. Almost silent, but for a distant ringing, pinging, dinging sound deep in the dark cave.A dark passage filled with jagged rock yawns at your from the dark. Deep in what would be its gullet you hear clearer, the ping, ring, ping ominously. Thank goodness for your torch!Weaving through a forest of stalagmites deftly, you emerge from the toothy passage into a huge tunnel wherein a single, lonely resident perpetuates the haunting sound of iron on stone.Your torch light illuminates, for what may be the first time in many years, a living skeleton holding a cruel, iron pickaxe.You see that right behind the skeleton is a mining cart, on a old iron track. A way out!The skeleton looks at you completely devoid of emotion. Then it raises the pickaxe, slowly over its head.What do you do?