Tibble's Metalworks

[Anne]

A few dozen yards away from the exterior walls of the Zerargian Technical Institute stood a slightly aged building with a small wooden sign reading "Tibble's Metalworks".

The one story building, obviously made just to accommodate training for the Institute, stood as yet another example of dwarven craftsmanship. The brick walls of the small building stood as a fine testament to the ancient craft handed down since the grand days of the Dargis Kingdom.

On the front wall stood one ajar door, with the wooden sign covered in steel letters, hung directly above. Inside the open door was the main lobby, which constituted roughly half of the building. The inside was carpeted, with two benches sitting above them, one on each side of the square room. A small reception desk sat on the end, with a gnome standing on a stool behind it shuffling papers. Noting all newcomers, he introduced himself in a friendly manner,

"Serale. If you are here on behalf of the Institute, then I regret to inform you that everyone is gone..." he said giving the newcomer an odd look.
"If you are here to purchase anything, I must inform you that we have no inventory in stock, as of now," he said, changing his once happy tone to a somber one.