“The forge is half-shop, half-stage: Tharaz-Quul frequently interrupts work to sing old Ember-Kraal forging songs, and customers leave with a small lyric stamped into receipts. The shop smells of hot metal, pipe-smoke, and citrus (a habit from river-town trade). Several items display tiny coiled wyrm motifs — a subtle signature Tharaz-Quul learned from their aunt. Mira, the eager apprentice, slips out to experiment behind a curtain and sometimes leaves strange soot marks on goods; she's idolized and sometimes oversteps safety, creating minor magical flares (Tharaz-Quul hushes them up). Gornak of the Iron Anchor periodically drops by 'to appraise' and leaves with a thin-sounding compliment (and sometimes a bent horseshoe). The town council is lobbying to requisition the Songforge for mass production of militia gear — something Tharaz-Quul vocally opposes. Unbeknownst to all patrons, Tharaz-Quul secreted a warm, unhatched wyrmling egg ('the ember') somewhere within the shop's foundations; it has been growing noticeably warmer each moon and draws curious, dangerous attention. Customers can usually bargain with a short performance — Tharaz-Quul values a good song and fair trade over raw coin.”