The two arrived at the winterstone-made building they called Home Base. It was plastered with bruises from the previous battle but it still stood strong without any significant damage or hole on its strong wall.
"Straight down, Rhosyn. He's in the workshop."
Dov quickly went left from the door he came in. There was a tiny room filled with only stairs leading to the basement. Just from using those stairs, they could feel the atmosphere turning hot from all the smoke and heat in the workshop. The sound of clanking metal echoes louder and louder with every step they took inside.
"Master Jar?" Dov called as he slide through a black curtain separating the smithery and the rest.
"Ahh cold lad, what is it?"
A short old dwarf was seen among all the burning light, he stopped hammering a piece of metal the moment he heard the two arrive. His apron was full of ash, hiding behind his long beard which was neatly tied with golden ornaments.
