[Baguthnu's Forge, Supplies]
A blast of hellish heat greets every visitor who enters the simple wooden shack, and a thin layer of greyish soot covers every surface. The air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of melting steel. A sweating Dwarven attendant leans against the far wall, next to a heavy leather flap through which you can hear a muffled pounding noise. You also see a battered rack with a couple of things on it, an ingot table with several things on it and a soot-smudged notice.
Obvious exits: out.