Titaani begins to look over the dollhouse, but shortly loses focus and stares at a butterfly instead. At Pud's words, she snaps back to the present moment. "More fire? Ok!"

The little gnome then casts create bonfire centered on the dollhouse. 

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Ben finds that the dollhouse appears to be arcanely immune to all damage. He can't even scratch it, let alone pry it open.

Titaani lights it up.

"I'm afraid fires other than the beacon are not permitted here," interjects Lamorna, stepping backward with a concerned look upon her face. "You'll need to do that elsewhere."

The flames catch on the ground directly below the dollhouse and bloom around it. The rotten wood sputters and hisses but does not seem to burn.

"Can you extinguish that?" asks Lamorna, somewhat fearfully.

Ben:

Grabbing whatever is closest and vaguely shaped like a bucket, Ben races to the water and scoops some up, rushing back to prepare to douse the grass fire.

Pud stammers nervously "I...I'm sorry. Ms. Lamorna. I mean't no offense."

Pud scrambles over to the shore and soaks his apron in the water and wrings it out over the flames to help put them out.

Matilda wets a half made scarf in the lake and returns to beat at the fire with it if needed.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I don't know how to undo spells!" Titaani stammers, rushing to the water and attempting to splash the dollhouse. "Why did I think I was good at magic? I don't know anything about magic!"

The flames are quickly extinguished. The dollhouse is blackened on several sides but otherwise undamaged.

"I don't blame you for wanting to destroy this hideous thing," adds Lamorna, clearly relieved to see the fire gone. "The hags' possessions are by their very nature corrupted and evil. You may leave it here for me to keep safe if you like. Perhaps if you give me a little time I can recruit a friend to help you retrieve whatever is in it, or I can find a way to simply destroy it if that is your wish. Or perhaps both."

Elkhorn swims up and emerges from the lake, dripping and relaxed, even as he scans the horizon for threats. "What's the news?"

Horatio looks to the others, "So long as the Hag can't find it, I'm okay with that." He then looks to the Unicorn and asks, "Lamorna, I need time and a safe place to build. I'll need burning wood to make coal from, and stones, clay and timber for crafting. I want to make the things we need before we go anywhere else, so that we are no longer ill equipped for the dangerous fights we keep ending up in. Where can I go nearby that would be appropriate?"

Ben:

”Please do so, Lamorna.  Destroying the dollhouse and salvaging the useful items within would be excellent,” agrees Ben.

”I can help with shaping stone for your smithy,” offers Ben to Horatio, “And I have sorely missed my heavy armor many times in our battles so far.”

"The forests of Thither are not fit for the kind of industry you're describing - stone and smithies and armor and coal and clay," replies Lamorna. "...and burning wood." She thinks for a moment. "There is an architect named Golmo, I'm told, in the Brigganock Mine. Metals and contraptions and building are his specialties. He has a forge, I believe. Your oil can is able to show you the way to the mine, I'm sure. Golmo could help you make armor and metal weaponry, I'm quite sure of it. He has a wide reputation." 

Squirt buzzes in circles overhead, paying little attention to the conversation.

Puds perks up at the mentioning of Golmo and his expertise. His eyes track the group, trying to gauge their interest in visiting this person. 

“Maaaaaaybe we should pay this Golmo a visit! They sound like someone who could really help us! Right now we’re planing to work with pots, pans and other bits of metal we scavenged from Granny. Who knows what sorts of resources they have to work with!”

He turns to Lamorna with a question. “Ms. Lamorna, is the journey to Brigganock safe? And what do you know of this mine?”

" Golmo. Then dragon. Then Hag killing.", Matilda nodded forcefully.

" Ok, lets go. Squirt!"

Ben:

”Fair enough,” agrees Ben with Matilda, “Let’s get moving.”

Horatio nods silently, then looks at Lamora before leaving with the others. "I'm truly sorry we couldn't do more for your mate. We will return with the horn just as soon as possible."

"This is exciting! I've never been to a forge before," Titaani follows the others, waving goodbye to Lamorna as she goes. "You'd think I would, being a gnome and all, but it's actually more the rock gnomes who make the fancy metal trinkets. Say, do you think he'll expect us to pay for access to the forge? I don't have much money."

"Safe?" responds Lamorna to Pud, "Nowhere in Prismeer is safe anymore. You'll need to keep your wits about you. I don't know much about the mine at all – I understand they mine wishes there. That's all I know."  To Titaani's question, she adds, "'Money' is not something that is used here. But the Rule of Reciprocity still applies; you might think of a gift or service of comparable value to give him in return."

Squirt buzzes up, ready to lead. "Let's go!"

Unless you have any further business here, or further questions for Lamorna, Squirt is prepared to lead you on...

"Mine wishes? Sounds kind of like that crazy rabbit fellow who stole memories with his magic hot poker... Maybe we can just make our way to the mountain and erect our own camp and forge without dealing with more potential dangers? I really do have a lot of metal, and should be able to make pretty much everything we need myself." Horatio suggests to the others.

Matilda shrugged, she had a magic sword and golden armour already so as far as she was concerned she was good to go.

"Onward!" Levitating at eye level, Squirt leads the party into the tangle of woods at the lake's edge, immediately taking a series of abrupt turns that seem, at best, counterproductive. But then the forest gives way to a fog-filled stony plain. The oil can confidently charges into the disorienting mist. "No use sitting about getting rusty when there’s fun to be had!”

The fog soon clears, revealing a very different landscape. You now stand on a path that wends between rocky crags on a mountainside. The sky is dark and full of roiling thunderclouds. You are greeted by a howling wind. For a second, lightning splits the sky, striking nearby mountaintops and illuminating a distant pinnacle of rock that has a foreboding castle carved out of it.

"Here we are!" shouts Squirt. "Where did you want to go again?"