Droskar's Crucible

[Toryn Togglebit]

Toryn squeezed in between Kallista and Dunndero and took a peek into the room, squinting as the heat from the molten metal suddenly smacked him across the face. He was not unfamiliar with the blaze of an active forge, being an amateur blacksmith himself, but he never laid eyes on a foundry this massive before.

Oh my, that is a rather large pool of molten metal. Toryn remarked out loud. He scanned the room with curiosity as his eyes adjusted to the heat-wave. Aside from the blistering centerpiece and the tubes above, there didn't seem to be anything else of interest at first glance and the gnome preferred not to singe off the rest of his arm and nose hair by moving in any closer than necessary.

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