In the clear air of San'Vitar, amid the sounds of warriors sparring and shamans chanting, the pounding of hammers is heard. All through the day, a pillar of black smoke towers from an orcish smithy. The Dominus Goktar'Dom labors away in the oppressive heat of his forge. It begins to seem like an unending project, as the rhythmic clang of his hammer goes on and on, even through the night. A cart full of bronze slowly empties, as the occasional goblin helper scurries out to grab some and brings it