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Deep below the sand of the southern Kharid, the normally cool tunnels used for untold spans of history by the people of the desert to flee what dangers may roam the surface are a tad bit hotter. The scabarites, the deserts current set of outcasts and refugees, are scurrying about, fulfilling their mistress's newest request.

In a great ceramic vessel held aloft by thick chains and pulleys is the glowing liquid result of the combination of an absurd amount of steel and superheat spells being cast by the scabarite mages below.

"That is enough heat" calls out the red shelled Mistress from her perch high in the great gallery. "Half of you assist with the chains, half of the rest move up to higher ground to guide the pouring. The remaining fraction keep casting."

With great care, the chains are manipulated to cause the molten steel to pour into a half buried second vessel.

"Load the cauldron again and get back to melting."

"If you don't mind, what are we going to do with these columns of steel?" asks a scabarite.

"The Devourer has requested that they be made. I shall be delivering them after they cool myself."

"To the Devourer Herself?"

"To someplace where She can receive and use them."

"But they are so large. Will you be able to lift them?"

"I only need to be able to drop them."