A little ways from the forge stood a ramshackle house, it was here that Vennar had brought up his only daughter Ebony. Her father's odd behavior lately had her worried. The young woman knew she could always talk to him, but of late he had been shutting himself in his forge day and night.<br/><br/>Ebony paced back and forth in front of the fireplace muttering to herself<em>its no good</em>then out loud " I'm going to have to say something!" The decision made Ebony quickly marched from the house along the well trodden path to the forge.<br/><br/>As she approached she heard her father's voice, but was unable to make out what he was saying. She slowed her step, boots crunching lightly on the path as she approached the open doorway. Silence greeted her "Father?" She asked as she stepped into the doorway