As you trek along the road towards the mine office, the rainfall lessens slightly. It soon is a drizzle with a heavy mist.
After a little more than an hour of walking, you spot the mine office of which Nav spoke. A modest dwelling squats upon the crown of a small hill. While the rough stone walls of the first floor look mostly intact, the second floor has completely collapsed. Made of smooth stone blocks, this building stands in shambles. Thick vines creep up the side and most of the windows are broken. The front door hangs open, barely on its hinges under a sagging and partially collapsed porch. Part of the front porch has collapsed but it still allows entry to the building. A half height wall rings the house, but it too is in a state of severe disrepair. Rubble and dense weeds choke the yard, and a twisted, dead tree stands in the south-west corner.