From Idea to Reality: The Journey of Building Our Forge; Brick by Brick. pt 2.

Upward the stairs climbed, their end beyond the limit of human sight. Far along its reach was a point in which people could rest and recoup their energy. It was as this point I started having suspicions that this feat was going be greater than any Athletics check I could pass. But after an action surge, short rest, some tears and a pinch of regret; we had made it to the front door.

I’m not going to lie, when I pulled open that door of mystery, I was expecting to be overwhelmed by a wall of heat, carrying the combined scent of aging cardboard, the musk of unwashed bodies, and a heavy splash of poor decisions.

This (thankfully) was not the case. We were instead greeted by wave after wave of cool, clean airconditioned breeze, the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and a friendly greeting from the shopkeeper behind the counter. After the obligatory daily greeting, the direct nod to how offensive the weather is, an offer for service, and its polite rebuttal; we were free to peruse the wares...