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The Forge met all qualifications for the word. Lucian looked out to see a massive contraption of fire roaring through the center of the place with Dwarfs all around working at their craft. Unlike the smithies of man these Dwarfs each had a torrent of fire breathing hot fire in in their direction like a torrented blaze. Each of the dwarfs worked at it in their own way, skillfully placing their swords, axes, and arrowheads into the fire pit or dancing it on the open flame to get it hot.
Lucian could only describe it as magic, but knew it was something called technique, or technology. To what it meant from there the Knight did not know.
“This… is this Forge a great one? I’ve never seen anything like it.” Lucian asked Adok as they approached it.
“It's a middling forge. Ziflin is the greatest fortress in the Grey Mountains, but that isn’t saying much.” Adok told Lucian the last part in a lower voice so that the others would not hear it, “During the Great Collapse we lost almost all the great holds in these mountains, some of which we might see during our travels under the mountains.”
“How far were the Dwarfs during that time?” Lucian dared ask, “You say the Grey Mountains were yours, anything further?
“Aye, during the War of Vengeance we drove the Elgi from the Old World and onto their little island across the sea. Your lands, the lands of Man, would be ours if we bothered keeping them.” The Dwarf gave a small chuckle at the thought, “But I agree with my ancestors, mankind can have the lowlands. I prefer not to have my feet hurt from walking so much.”
“I can understand.” Lucian said as they walked up to what Lucian realized was the largest workstation in the forge.
It seemed they were here to talk to someone.
>Focus on their conversation
>Look at all the weapons being made
>Talk to one of the lower-rank Dwarfs
>Walk around the forge for a little bit.
