At the forge

The steam was rising from the chimney of the metal mill so high that everyone in the camp could see the proof that the forge finally started operating. 

As Layn approached the building, he felt how even the air continued to turn hotter and hotter. 

'Right, I didn't think about introducing an air conditioning there,' he thought, clenching his hands into fists. 'While I would be okay, I doubt many of the mercenaries will be able to hold on in this kind of heat.' The archmage raised his eyes to the cloud of smoke hanging above the building. 'At least we can cast aside all the environmental issues,' he thought, breathing a small sigh of relief.