The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding against the massive, corrugated metal roof of this abandoned foundry, echoing off the rusted machinery. Like, a giant crucible's sitting at the center of the room, still crackling with heat, and molten metal's flowing through it, somehow forming intricate, curved shapes that seem to defy gravity. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of hot steel and ozone, and it's got this weird, heavy quality to it, like the air pressure's higher than normal. The foundry's sign above the door says "Khnum's Forge" in letters that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves as I watch.