Darkness filled the forge, Amnor Sen letting out a quiet sigh as he let his hammer fall to his side. All consuming, the pitchblack drowned out even the flames of his forge, denying him any ability to work.
“Krem, I need to work on the glaives for the faithful.”
“But I want to go outside again!”
The drow was hiding somewhere in the room, his eyes perfectly suited for the dark. It was a game for the boy, a test for Amnor Sen. He would not begrudge the half human his racial heritage,