Chapter 382: A Small Re-Union
The forge they came to wasn’t like any Max had seen or visited before.
He had grown accustomed to open blacksmith areas like the one in Windsor Wheel. Many of the shops and forges in his hometown were like that, allowing the natural wind to sweep through the workspace.
Even in Peltagow, Zach’s weapon crafting place had been somewhat open to the elements.
Only inside the Faction’s crafting area had he witnessed the power of magical exhaust systems and rune-controlled forges, but none of those compared to where he now stood.
The Hammerfall forge, like Batrire’s family’s ale house, was a monument to a family dedicated to one task.
Half a dozen dwarves had been outside, working on a new building, where it was obvious an older one had been at some point.
A whole block was dedicated to this place, and part of the stone wall surrounding the property was newer.
The four stone buildings that he could see only had one large warehouse door on the side facing him, and big windows lined the upper two-thirds of the building.
A collection of stone exhaust systems on each roof gave off small puffs of white smoke that quickly vanished upon escaping the facility.