Allergies and black lungs. The mine's got to be the only reason there's a town here at all.

[Yeah, yeah, with his chain smoking he's not one to talk, really. But that's his own dumb personal addiction.]

Pulsefire must be a regular enough thing in this world. Leave it to small towns to gather here and there, it's not valuable enough to build a metropolis out of trading it. Wonder what kind of society the rest of this place even is?