Fabrication Pickaxe

A crudely forged iron pickaxe with a wooden handle dark with mine grime. Its head is chipped from striking stone, the edge worn blunt aside from one still-sharp tip used to gouge lines in the rock slab. Unstoffe brandishes it during the scringe stone fabrication, spinning his tale of dead miners and lost glory, while the others watch its casual swings with distrust. The tool’s presence underscores the lie not with words, but with the way it clatters against stone when Garron stamps his foot in denial.