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He led the entourage to the tree and welcomed everyone inside.

Hector and Garovel had been worried about leaving the Forge here all by itself. They'd considered various options, such as moving it to Warrenhold, but they didn't want to risk damaging it or making some other kind of mistake with their lack of knowledge regarding its usage. They'd also considered assigning someone to stay and guard it, but without knowing when--or even if--they would be able to find a use for this thing, they decided against that, too. Plus, no one else knew of its existence, so there wasn't much chance of it being stolen.

For now.

Instead, Hector had simply encased the whole huge thing in an iron box. That way, in the unlikely event that someone else had found this room, there would at least be a barrier in place to prevent them from doing anything to the Forge. True, it wasn't the greatest safety measure in the world, but when Hector annihilated the iron, there the Forge still was, waiting.

Its giant glass body gleamed against the meager daylight from the open doorway. Abbas walked toward it first, holding up a hand behind him, telling the others in their party to stand back. His steps were slow and measured as his gaze drank in the view.

The man took his time.

Hector was eager to know more, but he wasn't eager to rush him. From the way Garovel and Voreese had described the Forge, this thing seemed pretty fucking dangerous in the wrong hands. Hector was prepared to give the Lord Saqqaf all the time in the world to examine it.

Abbas got very close to the glass, but Hector could sense via the Scarf that the man wasn't actually touching it.

At length, Abbas finally spoke up. "Do you know who crafted it? Or how long it has been here, perhaps?"