You were not terribly delayed by the interruption at Black Oak Ridge, and - Brandon - you've led the party on surely and swiftly. You've brought them into a sort of a box-ended gorge, a sharply cliff-sided cavity in between a pair of hills. The trail doesn't end here, but it does take a bit of a turn, delving into the hills themselves.
There is an old mine here, and you each can make out three shored-up mine entrances, square holes into the faces of the cliffs, one before you and one to each side. The leftmost is clearly very shallow, since the sunlight penetrates deep enough for you to see the stones that choke it off just a little way in. Was it abandoned shortly after it was begun? Or did it collapse and seal off tunnels beyond?
The other two entrances are more promising, sunlight petering out into thick dark as you peer in. Brandon, you have to cast about a little to find the trail again, but you are certain that the thieves, these rock trolls, descended by way of the entrance to the right. Their tell-tale fragments of rock are indistinguishable from the general debris of the untended mine, but you make out fresh scuffs. The other tunnel, the middle one, looks as if it has not been touched in years.
By that middle tunnel is a wooden sign, possibly identifying the mine or its owner, but it is so aged and weathered that it is difficult to read. The lettering has faded, and the wood plank has split and splintered. You could probably make out the lettering if you examined it more closely ... if one of you does that, Spout Lore to see if the name means anything to you.
Gaston is puzzled, and he confesses that he did not know this mine was even here, hidden away as it is.
"Odd thing this is. We, er, the Rums that is, a little birdie told the Rums where to find the irons. A goblin creature named Teacutter traded the word for a little coin. And they've been trying to get at the trolls' lair without messing with the goblins, see? Ol' Briac had a buyer lined up and everything. But, ah, if the metal's gotten there, then I can't rightly say how they'd of come through here. Back door, mayhaps? Reckon Briac would of loved to know about this place."
Bucan, you haven't treated Castor yet. You meant to, but it really seemed wiser to get clear of the site of the fight, first. Castor's wounds were not dangerous, and here you have a moment to pause and attend to him. Do that now.
Other than that, what do you do?