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[forge_fire]

The door doesn't go directly to the shop, after all. It goes to the main hallway from where you could get just about anywhere in the volcano. It's neat enough and well made, but still obviously carved out of the earth itself. To one side is the great sheet of crystal, behind which the magma flows like a glowing waterfall and the heat drifts

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[milkbonesoldier]

Wells recognises the smell regardless. He's been here before- not in years, admittedly, but smell is tied straight into memory like no other sense. :This makes twice, now," he murmurs. "Zuko brought me last time. You do all this yourself?"

[forge_fire]

He shrugs.

"It was years ago."

Not really an answer. Sometimes it's hard to forget that he's a god. Sometimes, it's hard to remember.

[milkbonesoldier]

( we worked in gangs for all we were worth / the young boys pulling the wagons )
"Nice work anyway," Wells mutters. There is something about the place that tends to put him more into quiet than other dwellings would.

[forge_fire]

He smiles.

"Thank you."

He nods to Wells before taking the lead, hobbling his way down the corridor until he reaches a door on the left. It's a rather nice looking door which he opens a moment later to reveal a small workshop.

"The forge is through the opposite door."

He points to a large iron door on the opposite side of the room.

"This is... a little more quiet."