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... entered the familiar bleak and stone ramparts of the Foundry. It had only been a day after their Clash of Metal ended, but the fires of activity and pounding of hammers and anvils were abundant from within. Oscar came over to the front desk and grabbed the attention of the sleeping fabricator.
"Who is it?" The fabricator yawned, releasing a puff of air from their tubes. He wanted to rub his eyes, but the helmet stopped him.
"I need to see the forgemaster." Oscar placed the token, ...
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