[center][b]Ferghus, Master of the Forge[/b][/center]

Ferghus could feel that feeling again. The feeling of radiating power in a concentrated area. That could only mean one thing: a group of gods were gathering. Ferghus regretted not going the first time he felt this, and decided that now would be a good time. After placing a rod he had been examining back onto a rack, Ferghus summoned flames around him, then teleported himself over to where he sensed the gathering. There, he found Astarte, Vestec, and that dragon god whose name he never actually learned. 

Ferghus examined all of them, seeing how everyone was doing. "Good day, everyone," Ferghus greeted them. "[i]Astarte[/i], beautiful as the day I first saw you. Pity about Vestec, though. Speaking of which..." Ferghus continued, then turned to Vestec and said, "[i]Vesteeeeec[/i], how... [i]fortunate[/i] to come across you. I have some business to discuss with you." Finally he turned to Sauranath and greeted, "And hello to you... Uh, Lord of Dragons," making up some random title to try to hide the fact that he didn't know his name. Ferghus paused for a second, then asked, "So, what seems to be the conflict this time?"