Do not tresspass, citizen. This is a work area, and potentially dangerous. Go to the town if you want to help out, however.
--Mine Security

"Hold the Lines!" A soot covered burly man, holding a pickaxe screamed, rushing past a dying man who had an arrow plunged into his heart. "Damn Drow!" one exclaimed as he through his pickaxe at one, but quickly was cut down by the skilled warrior.
Before anymore were hurt however, blue and silver armored men rushed past the miners, pulling them back as others ran head on into the drow, one burrying an elf with his large two handed malet. The other armored men locked blades and started to block and stab and fight with other drow warriors, some of the heavy armored soldiers being cut down by the fine edged weapons of the UnderDark.