You surprised?

[He leans heavily on his pickaxe, large chest rising and falling with labored, painful breathing. It was a horde of untold riches now left unguarded... just kind of... buried under a mountain. So not exactly easy to get to, but yeah.]

New homes... are not free... stomachs cannot be filled when food and funds are limited... [Another ragged breath before he sits down.] ...and there are a lot of stomachs to feed now. Backs to cloth... wounded and sick.

[Nothing is free.]