Rion stared at the green arrow glowing a few meters away from him, and tried to somehow distract himself from the hammering, wood chopping and many other brutish sounds from reaching his delicate ears.
He was currently at the west end of the Redwood Den.
The west end was the area where all of the Dhaevrak weapons, utensils, fabric, and everything else were crafted or forged, and all of this was under the guidance of the descendant of the God of Forge and Craft — Arok the Horder.
He took a deep breath and coughed right after as the burning smell of wood and metal entered through his inhale of determination.
"Blasted hell... that's why I don't like coming here," he muttered with a displeased look and walked towards Arok's forge, which was in a cavern chamber with a scrunched nose.
Kahrun followed behind him with his hand covering his nose and asked, "Are you taking us to the right place?"
Rion nodded and continued to walk towards the green arrow.
