[center][h2] Garanin Stonehewer [/h2][/center]

So the Master of Enchanting's room was actually a forge? He supposed that made sense, if you gave it a few moments of thought. What better way to test your abilities than with fresh, well-made gear? That also removed the necessity of getting gear from an outside source. 

Taking a few measured steps inside, Garanin took a look around, taking in the sights a bit more. Myriad pieces of armor and weaponry stood in his presence, glowing with magical energy as he neared them. "Now that's somethin'...." Garanin murmured as he looked over a particularly fine suit of mail that had caught his eye. "Ah, if only..." Breaking from his digression, Garanin made his way towards the source of the singing, a tune he knew as well as any elf would know vanity or any human would know....whatever it was humans knew. They were an odd sort.

"It feels like it's been ferever since I heard that song. Good ta get a lil' feelin' ah home." Garanin called out as the forge came into view.

[@Spirit]