Glodin smiled upon being reunited with his comrades only to have it fade at the words his superior spoke. [color=00a651]"Aye Capt'n, I'll make my way to the vats as fast as my legs can carry. I know my way around a forge."[/color] At least he thought he would follow orders, until he saw where the bug queen had made her "throne". [color=00a651]"Argus! Cousin! I need you to take out the supports to a vat for me when the Capt'n makes her signal. I'm going make sure that pit gets flooded"[/color] 

A mischievous grin lit his bearded face as he charged off to the right, following the wall of the massive foundry until he reached a doorway and vanished inside. No sooner than he entered did a dead kest come flying out with a pick in its head. After a few moments of searching for the right levers in the foreman's office a loud grinding could be heard as stone weights shifted and pulled on old mechanisms openeing up channels in the floor ment to help clear a spill. Each groove was only a foot deep and a foot in width but it was enough to knock over a few kest as they lost their footing.