~ start
Stranger: Oh. A visitor.
Stranger: Haven't seen anyone come through here in weeks.
John: Is that unusual?
Stranger: Used to be a trade road. Not anymore.
John: What happened?
Stranger: The mine up north closed. Took the merchants with it.
- What was in the mine?
    Stranger: Silver, mostly. Good vein too, ran for thirty years.
    Stranger: Then one season the workers stopped coming back.
    Stranger: Nobody sealed it officially. People just... stopped going.
    John: That doesn't sound like a silver problem.
    Stranger: No. It doesn't.
    => after_mine
- Sounds rough.
    Stranger: It is what it is.
    Stranger: Town's half empty now. The ones who stayed don't talk much.
    => after_mine

~ after_mine
John: Is there anything I can do?
Stranger: Unless you're a merchant or a fool with a torch, probably not.
Stranger: But if you're heading north — watch yourself.
=> END