Mining and more mining; that's my actual way of life, at least until I finish with backsmithing.
Whenever I've got enough strength to use the pickaxe, I go to a mine and exhaust it, storing iron and forging the other minerals into armor pieces (that I later sell to earn some money).
My old friend Radagast noticed I was now a beggar, sleeping in the streets.
So he has given me a key to sleep (and work the minerals) in his small house. Many thanks old man.
While working the minerals, I received an unexpected (but not unpleasant) visit.
They were Ethërame, a mage of Midian
And Rostungard, both of them from the Elsinor guild.
We spoke a bit, and then returned to our "duties".