The problem now, however, was that with the mine closed there was no one on hand to keep scabs, bandits, and other thieves from sneaking into the mountain’s interior and clearing out the veins that had already been exposed and were now left unattended. Every day the mines were left unworked the company was showing double losses: first from the work that wasn’t getting done, and then again for everything that was being stolen. So, naturally, it was time for the company to call in their favorite hound dog to keep things from getting any worse.
Ko wanted to be offended by that method of thinking but he also couldn’t refute it. He was basically just a glorified guard dog to these company types, easily tamed by a wad of cash into doing whatever they wanted. They were lucky he needed the money, or else their flippant behavior would get him focused on them instead, and Ko was much more eager about resolving personal grudges over professional ones. As it was, Ko had no reason not to agree, and so once again found himself approaching Dawncliff Mines on the back of Nantosuelta, looking down on the charred remains of the ill-conceived uprising.
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