The forges of Bandersnatch were, by honest YGGDRASIL standards, meager considering that whole guilds devoted themselves to crafting. However, the efforts of some players' pet projects and curiosities had taken the Chateau's capabilities beyond the expectation for a raiding guild. Two advanced Neatherium forges had the capability of reaching the highest temperatures in the MMO meaning it could smelt any ore in game, save for Neatherium which had to be magically forged by the highest leveled craftsmen, though having a high enough smith to forge that metal was another matter. These two great forges sat like pillars in the center of a large stone room and in between those pillars was an elevated altar where a massive anvil that seemed made of glass. Yet underneath the exterior shell, molten rock boiled and churned lively capable of reacting to any touch of metal. Pressed against the border of the room were various shelves, storage racks, and workbenches that had various metalworks on them. Then on just behind those an outer hallway lined the whole room with large metal doors lining the whole length, filled and categorized with crafting materials needed for the forges.

The only permanent inhabitant of this room was Oz, the half-golem smith. She had been absent up until this point due to the real sense of duty to prepare the forges. They had sat cold for so long, unused by the absent players of the guild. Now they needed tending more than ever as Oz had quickly become obsessed with being prepared with that she hadn't noticed the request or lack thereof to attend the priority meeting with the one she deemed, her Guardian.

By the time her Guardian came, the forges were lit and hissing with life. The room had dramatically increased in temperature that the air shimmered from the heat just about everywhere. Tolerable for anyone with higher resistances, unnoticable for Rodias and Oz for that matter.

A solemn, mute bow was Oz's greeting as Rodias came into her domain. She lifted and remained unflinching from a polite smile as she watched and waited for her Guardian to speak first. His request was surprising but it had not altered Oz's expression one bit. [color=f26522]"A fair request, Guardian. I will work at great haste to fill your order. Every weapon cast in iron will be a simple task for this humble servant."[/color] She bowed again, her tone unflinching but the wording was deliberate with a hint of ironic humor behind being humble and calling it a simple task, a relic from Daz's code experimenting.

Oz lifted again and she met Rodias eyes again. This time, her gaze was different shifted just slightly like she was staring more intently. In truth, she was beaming with a muted giddiness for her. She was more than thrilled to be given any recognition here since it had been a long, long time since any player visited. [color=f26522]"Should you require something specific for branching out, I would be glad to be of an assistance. I can prepare a manifest of the material we have and I am prepared to assist in any procurement of additional material to meet any request."[/color]