The door to the tavern creeks open. Nirvianae is seen standing in the doorway in rugged work clothes. Covered in dirt and sweat, he sorely walks to the bar with a pickaxe over his shoulder. On closer inspection of the pickaxe, one would see that the handle looks almost brand new but the end of the pickaxe looks as if it has almost seen its last day. Once he reaches the bar, he props the pickaxe against the bar and plops down in a seat.
As if not wanting to move, Nirvianae raises his hand slowly to order a drink. Once it is sitting in front of him, he stares at it for about 5 minutes. After he gathers the energy, he grabs the drink, downs it quick, and deadweight drops his arm with mug in hand back to the bar. The resulting sound is loud and sudden.
Nirvianae is motionless.
Nirvianae turns to Barbaal and scans him over. After mulling it over for a bit he says, "Alright. You look strong enough, and I could definitely use the help. But do you know the proper ways of mining?"
Nirvianae orders another drink and starts to sip on it, moving a little more livelier this time.
Stumbling up to the bar for another drink, Barbaal takes a seat next to Nirvianae. He notices his dirty clothes and the used pick axe that the scorcerer had brought in with him. "You diggin somewhere? Dats no job for a little chicken! Dats work for a big Angori like me! Hand over dat axe and tell me where to swing it Nirvianae. I'll 'ave da job done in 'alf the time you will!" Barbaal raises his fresh mug to his mouth and takes a harty swig while waiting for a reply.