Richter flew through the air on his magnificent wings, a big smile on his face at his new freedom and energy that he felt coursing through him. His wings moved elegantly keeping him afloat his chest muscles tightening and relaxing along with his back ones to make the movements needed for flight. He was as of yet unarmed but no less dangerous for he felt that he could lift a man with ease into the air and then throw him to his death.

He focused once again on the task at hand, finding a source of metals for his saint, so he soared above the forest seeking out hills and caves for any sign of mining activity when he spotted a small village on the edge of the forest and the edge of the mountains. He flew closer to the village and circled around it for a while observing the activity, it had a small population but it looked like a mining town as a road led into the mountain with a large amount of tow animals resting nearby. He forewent the village and followed the road up into the mountain and found several shafts in a dug out quarry in the side of one of the mountains, a large number of people were at work there which explained the sparse population of the village.

Happy with what he discovered he turned and started on his journey back to his Father with the news of his discovery flying as fast as his quicksilver wings would carry him.