Trouble will be here very soon--prepare while you can
As the miners start to run out and some of the party get close enough to meet with them, chaos is vomiting out of the cave.
A crowd of almost two dozen miners come scattering from the cave mouth. Kah, Lars, and Haakon find themselves in their midst, while The Padre and Dentmus follow. Mist charges forward on Thunder, weaving through the townspeople and miners with the grace of a waltz and the power of a titan's arm. Thunder rears up impressively (good description, Bloodweaver) but takes a few steps back when the following happens:
Some of the miners have their hands over their heads, others are holding obvious wounds, some help each other to limp and skip out. As those of you there are helping as you can, a few more miners come; these back out, pickaxes or shovels in hand. When one Half-Orc sees that he’s moved back into the sunlight, he throws his pick with both hands and turns to run. Inside the cave, there is a squeal and a roar and all the miners still in the cave entrance (as well as Kah, Lars and Haakon) recoil back, hands over their faces as flames strike out, enveloping the Half-Orc who threw the pick. In the light of the flames, the miners are silhouetted, but you see a glitter of metal inside the cave, soft gold that churns and heaves like something alive. The Half-Orc runs madly toward town and falls, flailing, as The Padre, Dentmus and a few brave souls run forward from the market to help him. The Dwarf on watch is obviously startled as he grabs at his greatspear several times before actually getting hold.
(er, so your go again)