They followed him through the twisting hallways until he reached a door that was stronger. A complicated pattern of runes covered its surface and glowed softly.
Greg felt the air pressure change when Veldway put his hand on them. This was because the magical lock that had been holding them together came loose. The door swung open to show a workshop that made Greg's small forge in Ferndale look like a toy set for kids.
The area was huge, at least the size of a small warehouse. There were workbenches along the walls, and each one was covered with tools that were so well-organized that they looked like museum displays.
There were labeled containers for all kinds of materials, from common iron to things Greg couldn't figure out. The center of the room was taken up by a giant forge that was cold right now but still gave off heat, which made it look like it had been used a lot until recently.
