Cheshie took a deep breath as she gazed up the mammoth flight stairs that greeted all who dare approach the forge. She readjusted her pack on her shoulder, then began her ascent. By the time she reached the top, two things began woefully apparent to her: she was far too out of breath, and the forge’s gate was tightly shut. She paused, before tentatively giving the door a short but firm set of knocks. @Ghid