Phineas checks out the forge ...

[Phineas J. Pennefeather]

The area where the new forge, and hopefully sacred fire space, seems a little empty of the folks that you would normally expect to find there.

Phineas the Halfling has left for the Tavern for just a moment to take a quick look around.

“Borin! Torvallis!” he calls out. “Anyone?”

Sitting on a bench in front of the pit where fire should be, the Halfling clears his mind attempting to seek out the possible presence of any magical source of any kind. After a while, he stands, waves his hands through the area above the charred remains of the last wooden fire and shakes his head.

“Nothing yet,” he says aloud. “Maybe next time!”

[Phineas J. Pennefeather]

The Halfling turns and quickly rushes back to the tavern.

[Torvallis!]

"Hm, yes?!"

Torvallis! hurried back to the forge.

"Huh, coulda sworn I heard my name"

[Torvallis!]

Torvallis! began building the fire higher as the sun fell behind the horizon.

As they fell asleep by the glorious blaze, they thought of services they could offer at the church of fire.

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