The Dwarves held the big doors to the Forge until the Colonel gave them a nod, then they shoved as hard as they could. The doors opened slowly, revealing a blazing hot room where a red-faced giant stood wearing a heavy apron and gloves, and holding a hot pair of tongs and a hammer. A fiery inferno burned within a vast iron and stone forge, while an enormous anvil stood between the giant and the door.
Four dwarves wearing leg-irons shuffled about, carrying water, holding leather polishing cloths, and pumping the bellows. Watching them were two armed orogs, and two orcs who were also armed, apparently loyal to the giants and overseeing the dwarves.
To the north, double-doors lay open, where someone was shouting in pain from obvious torture.