(For best results, imagine the following story being read by Logan Cunningham, AKA the Narrator/Rucks from the video game Bastion)

From what I can tell in our old stories and legends, nearly every visitor from outside the village has been different in some manner or other. Different shapes, sizes, colors, number of arms, legs, tails, or lack thereof, mannerisms, behaviors, personal possessions, you name it. But one thing they all have in common is their sheer amazement at the metal ore we harvest from the plains. There are several different types of metal that we are aware of, but the one kind that we most commonly find and use for most of our tools and jewelry is what we mean when we say the word “metal”. The other kinds are simply too soft, brittle, heavy, or rare to use, so why bother with them?

Our visitors, however, are simply dumbfounded when they see the ore fields, vast stretches of land strewn with countless nuggets of the stuff. Good for our blacksmiths, but a pain when one of our farmers is trying to plow a new field. Our visitors have many names for it, but the most common one we hear is “myth-rill”. The story they tell is the same: where they come from, myth-rill is unimaginably rare, found only deep within the earth or falling from the sky, and those that find it only craft the finest tools from it, bestowing those items upon only but the most worthy of their people. That it is so plentiful here boggles their mind. When they see that we make forks, spoons, and fishing hooks from it, most find themselves unable to speak intelligibly for hours. There are stories of a short, hairless visitor save for the long, thick fur around his mouth and chin who cried for days when he saw what we used the metal for.

Our recent white-furred visitor was little different. She accompanied Tobi out to the fields one day to gather some metal for our blacksmith. She, too, was speechless when she saw the ore fields. Tobi had a little fun at her expense, asking her if trees and grass were also amazingly rare from where she came from. I’m certain he was expecting her to laugh or give him a playful shove, but instead she somberly began telling him stories about lands with no trees, no grass, no animals, no water, no life. He thought she was joking, of course, but he told me that there was something in the tone of her voice that made him believe that she was telling the truth. As amusing as it is to see Tobi at a loss for words for once, I couldn’t blame him for not being able to imagine such a place. I’ve seen many things in my time, but a barren, lifeless land is not one of them. Who knows what other marvels our visitor had yet to tell us?

Part two of Three's adventures in Jalmira. One of Jalmira's quirks, aside from the peaceful (some would say innocent and naive) nature of its inhabitants, is that it is rich with mithril, so much that one can literally walk out into the fields and pick nuggets of the stuff right from the ground. As such, the Jalmiran genets are quite skilled at making all manner of things from it, from the exquisite to the mundane.

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