Billowing smoke can be seen from the outskirts of the crimson quarter. As Morzoth pulls the slab from the furnace it nicks his forarm once again. By now the burning flesh dosnt seem to effect his consentration he is fully focused on the metal against the stone circle he uses for an anvil. His hammer can be herd through out the village. He finally lifts the slab to find it actually resembles a blade. Grinding against the stone sparks fly. Morzoth sits for an hour spining the grinding stone slowly to make sure not to crack the iron. Satisfied with his work he finds a large handle and straps the blade securely. He stands and walks over to one of the logs sticking out of the ground, rears the axe back and in one swift moting chops it in half (Strength two).
"Alas an axe fitting an Angori."