The party formed up into ranks and proceeded to explore the
door to the north.
An anvil-shaped altar stands prominently at the northeastern
end of this chapel. A cold furnace is cut into wall behind the anvil, while
tools of the forge lie carefully arranged about the worship space. A
blacksmith’s apron lies across the anvil.
A moment after entering the room, both Ro-Mahn and Stabem feel
the swelling of evangelical devotion wash over them. The forge behind the altar
flares to life, and the image of a dwarven girl—barely beyond puberty—appears
beside the flames, hammering steadily as she melodically sings hymns to Torag, the
Father of Creation.
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