BookishOcelot's Lair

Upon entering this building, you can only think one word: heat. It is HOT, to the sensitive banescale and the hardy tundra alike. You cannot clearly see to the other side of the building, as the smoke from the half-dozen furnaces obfuscate it. You see dragons hammering away at red-hot iron, admiring their handiwork. One of the workers leaves through the far side. Following them, you find a large river directly behind the forge. Beyond the bank you see golden fields and hills.