dwarven smiths workshop - terrain

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Dwarves hammer away in the depths of their underground smithy, sweat dripping from their brows as they shape glowing hot metal into mighty battle-axes and shields. The air is thick with the smell of coal smoke and molten steel, a pungent aroma that clings to every surface like a damp shroud. A faint glow emanates from the forge itself, casting flickering shadows on the rough-hewn walls as the dwarves work tirelessly to craft their finest wares.