Boiling Toad

Infernal heat and the stench of Dwarf sweat was trapped within the forge. The blaze gleamed on cates upon crates of weapons, armor, and magical artifacts. Doevm maneuvered himself near the window, which Kilot had kept clear of his creations.

He focused and invisible, black threads stretched deep into the forest, connecting him with dozens of dead leaves which he had resurrected beforehand. Thicker threads meant leaves were closer, and thinner threads meant further away. 'I still don't sense anyone…' he thought. 'but then again, leaves can only detect people if they are stepped on.'

The window fogged up as Frey looked outside of it as well. "Have you ever seen those two smile like that?" he asked, pointing out Kilot and Elero, who were still talking outside.

Doevm pulled his attention away from the leaves, sighed, and picked a piece of paper off the crates: "It is not as unusual as all these products. You might think there is another war brewing."