Forgath began striding towards the pillar, still burning dark in the center of the clearing.  He gathered several pieces of ferrous ore on his way there, a hand moving back and forth across them as he called upon his magic.  While it may not be useful on the large scale, here his touch was fine enough that he could refine, pulling the iron together and stripping the impurities.  Soon he knew they would have to put together smelteries once they had the stone or clay, soon the blast furnaces would glow and the hammers would ring.  But he would strike the first blows now.