It’s where I learned my skill so many years before. I tried to do it the “old” way- no beetles to help. But I found that running back and forth to the bank broke up the relaxing rhythm I was looking for. So I just piled the ore and took to swinging the pickaxe, relaxing to the sound that my mining buddy and I have shared for over 11 years. She was 6 weeks old when I started on Siege in Delucia. We spent hours and hours there. She slept beneath my feet as I mined and smithed to gain my skills. She grew up to sound. I realized some years later that whenever I mined, Annie would hear it, and she would come crowd her 75 pounds of American bulldog under my desk and on top of my feet as she snoozed the hours away. Last night she could not hear it- she has been deaf for a couple of years. But still, she snored in time with the pickaxe, resting peacefully under my feet. I think she knew where she was when she slipped away. Should you hear a deep peaceful snore coming from the mountain range of Delucia, know that you have found where Annie left her soul.