Afia

Tucked into a quieter corner of Levithal’s eastern quarter, the Emberforge Foundry is renowned among locals and visiting adventurers alike for its unmatched combination of traditional smithing and subtle magical reinforcement. Run by a fiercely proud dwarven artisan with a reputation for no-nonsense precision, the Foundry serves as both a working forge and a bespoke workshop. While not as overtly magical as many establishments in the city, Emberforge has earned deep respect for its blend of durability, artistry, and enchanted craftsmanship. Many come seeking repairs, custom commissions, or simply to watch the master at work—each visit carrying the scent of iron, smoke, and fire-wrought dedication. The Emberforge is also a gathering spot for those who prefer grit to glamour. Off-duty guards, mercenaries, tinkers, and arcanists with an appreciation for physical craft often drop by, creating a quiet but steady current of conversation, commissions, and subtle trade in rare materials.

The building itself is squat and sturdy, built of dark volcanic stone with iron bracing along its corners and lintels. A heavy, rune-inscribed iron door guards the entrance, scarred by years of sparks and soot. Above it, a thick chimney exhales a constant plume of smoke that coils like a dragon’s breath into the Levithal sky. Though unassuming compared to the soaring spires and glittering halls nearby, the Foundry’s strength lies in its substance. Inside, the workspace is alive with heat and motion. The central furnace blazes steadily, casting deep orange light that dances along walls lined with meticulously displayed wares. Anvils, enchanted tongs, and grinding wheels sit in their well-worn stations, surrounded by scorch marks and the occasional glowing rune of stabilization. The stone floor is pitted and blackened from years of molten drips and booted footsteps, and the air is rich with the scent of smoke, oil, and smelted steel.