Well, I'm not certain the miners themselves see much return from the whole endeavor. But certainly the various great houses of Orzammar must be pleased with the whole arrangement.

[Her attention flicks briefly toward the metal box as its carefully tonged over, and then dutifully returns to the papers before her so she may rush through the last few questions as Mister Dickerson sees to Mister Gecko's most generously offered forearm.]

Question three, part one. Does "magic" or something similar exist in your world? Question three, part two. And if so, is it somehow tied or sustained by a sort of extra-planar space similar to the Fade in Thedas? Question three, part three. If not, from where does it originate?