Human: Please generate a description of a foreboding scene outside a town yard with forge yard, dust, wall, and debris. Assistant: 
Unlike the other portions of the forge, the southern-most forge yard is home to regular cool breezes and free from the worst of the heat. Unfortunately, that same cooling wind whips the dust and debris from the grinding rooms against anyone or anything that dares to rest too long. A fine layer of grey and black covers the wall surrounding the complex, a grim testimony that the molten metals and furnace-temperature air are not always the worst hazards in a forge.