The mine work in the cave was taxing on the body. Rosa thanked herself for having worked with the hammer before or else this for her would have been terrible for her. However, this is tougher for her. The hammer would recoil from a slightly lighter surface than the mountain which with so many times larger than the Metal table she used. She was determined though; she did not want to show weakness in an enemy country. There was already the problem of slowing down. Her muscles screamed to stop and rest but her eyes glanced to her sides warning her not to stop yet.
Finally, to the prayers in her mind, there was the sound of the metal clangs to make them stop.
Adilve was standing at the top of the stairs. “Alright you lot, that is it for today. Come up for food.”