The smith's ghost becomes visible as you peer around the cracked doorframe, illuminated by the half-light of the ethereal forge-fire. One eye is a blackened pit, constantly dripping a viscous liquid that vanishes before it hits the floor. He is walking around the room, muttering angrily, and as he comes closer you can make out some of the words. ...and where are the tools? ...can't find anything, how are we going to.... kill them all and make plowshares of their jaws..."

He slows as he gets closer to you, tilting his head to focus on your position through his missing eye. Turning, he begins to pace back and forth in front of the shattered door, gesticulating wildly. "Can't see you, but I know you're there. Nothing here but death. Won't give up, though, never. Give... them... back!"