Let me tell you a story from a long time ago...
There was once a farmer who fell into poverty, he had a wife and two children to feed but their farm had no crops.
It was the middle of an icy winter and all their food reserves had been taken by the soldiers marching to the edge of the realm to fight in the kings' wars,
With no options left to him, he went to work in the mines, it was a dangerous job and the pay was horrible, the only good thing was that he would get a bag of coal every week, he could sell some of it for food and use some of it keep his home warm on cold nights.
One day as he stroked the fires, he found a big block of black rock, as the fire struck its surface nothing happened it just sat there, not even changing color as if it deemed the fire unworthy, or perhaps it was the fire that felt unworthy to touch the rock.
