Silas trotted down the familiar halls of the earthen furnace. He had walked these halls many times before, and sometimes even felt like he was tracing his own steps from the day before. But still he was finding usable loot and coming upon new places. The heat was his least favorite thing about the place however. He was sure his moth buddy felt the same, as it lacklusterly rested on his back after the so manieth time of traveling in the heat. 

He came down a hallway that he was sure he had been before, way too recently, and then- CLANG CLANG -ing sounds could soon be heard echoing down the stone into the thick hot air. Ah. He had come upon the Forge again. He had been here once before, and it was almost magical. It hadn't been too long since he was here, but he still couldn't help to go and take another look, instead of trying to find new places. Sometimes familiar was nice. 

And so he went to look again, watching creatures and Coursers go about their day in the forge, and busy with their weapons. Silas may not be good with weapons, or a huge fan of them, but he could appreciate the skills needed to make them. His moth buddy didn't seem to mind either, taking the time to just rest and nap on his back.