In the central region of the undeveloped Georgia Territory, there is currently a vast wilderness without any settlements.
By a small river with clean water, in a relatively elevated area, seven or eight identical tents are arranged in a circle.
Crackle...
By the campfire, two figures holding firearms are on night watch.
Though it's already late, there is still a dim light glowing inside one of the tents.
A young man, obviously marked by the elements, is carefully sorting and packing dry, white, soft minerals into several labeled wooden boxes.
Especially a few pieces that have a silky white sheen, which he seals tightly and keeps close after careful storage.
This is their harvest for the entire day, taking samples every ten kilometers to determine the quality of the mineral.
Finally finished with today's work, the young man sees his companion lying beside him humming a countryside tune, seemingly in a good mood, and can't help but ask:
