Three Successes and One Failure

"I think it was most likely abandoned when the Dragon took up residence in the caves, and that was about ten years ago," Clara said. "Luckily the pants and boots still seem in pretty good condition, though."

"But made for a race of dwarves, it would appear," Fred said frustratedly, as he tried to find some pants that would fit.

"I don't know about dwarves, but I think most miners are fairly short. It's easier to dig tunnels to the ore if they don't have to be made too high. Of course miners develop big muscles in their arms, but not really anywhere else, and as there aren't any shirts that isn't very relevant."

Eventually Fred and Astra had to give up on finding pants that would fit them. They tried to customise them by making cuts in them with Clara's knife, but found that they had to make so many that the pants were made unwearable. Helmets didn't present a problem however, and eventually they got lucky and each found a pair of boots that they could wear; apparently a couple of the miners had had big feet for their height and build.

"Even if our knees and calves get rather scraped, at least our feet will be protected," Astra said, trying to look on the bright side. "And as we have a long walk ahead of us, that's the most important thing."

"New boots always chafe my feet until I've broken them in," Fred said gloomily.

Fred and Astra each found a pick-axe that they could wield as a weapon, which cheered Fred up a little.

1. Then they resumed their journey.
2. Before they could leave...

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