Red Hammer

The patrons outside eye you with suspicion, but do not challenge you. Inside, the air is thick with smoke from a small forge burning low in the common room, and a single wall-mounted brazier provides dim, flickering lighting. A dozen warforged are scattered about the floor, speaking in rumbling voices and working personnel repairs with the varied tools of artifice. The clientele are as diverse as Khorvaire’s battlefields: an eclectic Cyran siege smith mixes with a slight Karrnathi scout and a heavy Thranish knight. The cobalt-plated warforged at the bar breaks conversation to greet you. Her voice is like a song.​ ​“Welcome to the Red Hammer, friends. The name's Blue. What can we help you with?” ​   This unusual business is an inn—for warforged. Warforged do not need to eat, drink, or sleep, but they can still hunger for camaraderie. The Red Hammer is a place for warforged to gather, make new friends, and exchange stories. ​   ​The Hammer is owned by two warforged, Blue and Crucible​.