The Goblin Foundry was ready for adventurers.
Hizon was less certain that it was ready for war.
He stood inside the foundry's control room while the Hobgoblin Artificer directed another test of the ventilation system. Blue smoke poured from clay containers on the upper workshop floor. Goblin workers opened the first set of shutters, and the smoke bent toward the heated shafts above the furnaces.
Most of it disappeared.
A thin layer collected beneath a loading platform near the western wall.
The Artificer struck a mark onto his slate. "The replacement intake is too narrow."
"It cleared the last test." Hizon said.
"The last test used half as much smoke."
Hizon watched the blue haze gather around the platform supports. If it represented spores, the workers stationed there would already be breathing them.
"Widen it." Hizon said. "Then test it with twice this amount."
The Artificer nodded and began issuing orders.
