The heat of the Earthen Furnace wrapped around Einarr like a relentless vise, pressing against his dark coat, seeping through the steel and leather of his semi-heavy barding, and suffocating every breath he took. Each inhale was a battle, the thick air coating his lungs in the bitter stench of sulfur, burning his throat like embers scraping along his windpipe. His muscles strained beneath the weight of the heat, a constant oppressive force that seemed to pull at his limbs as if trying to drag...