Nashkel

With the evening's excitement played out, the companions retire to the Nashkel Inn for a good night's rest. In the morning, the party meets in the common room (which looks a fair bit better than it did last night) for breakfast. There's no sign of the young noble from the night before, but Minsc is pacing up and down the floorboards, huge sword on his back and miniature giant space hamster on his shoulder.

The party sets off for Nashkel's iron mine and before long arrives at the camp set up just outside the mine. Gathered around the mine entrance is a crowd of people, mine workers by the look of them. They seem to be having an argument.

"Why should we go back in there?"

"They got Jof! I heard them devils laughing and snickering while he screamed..."

"There's no way I'm going down there again."

We're not paid well enough for this!"

"The ore's all poisoned anyhow!"

A man stands in front of them up on a makeshift wooden platform. He raises his hands high, trying to quiet them down. "Jof probably just got drunk on the job. You all know how he is. He'll turn up. But what about the rest of you? Do you all want to eat? Do you want to feed your families? This is your job!"