The fires of the foundry roared with life, like a dragon's breath the heat that had begun to dim as a result of neglect and abuse from an unworthy caretaker crackled with the fury of a slumbering giant.
Steel, brass, copper, lead, and glass were immediately pushed towards production. Dean walked side by side with Brooke, he did not wear his winter coveralls, instead he wore a ranger green turtleneck with his early-winter transitional camo combat pants.
The usual deep winter camo only appeared on the paint of his weapons, his combat belt, and his plate carrier. It was a mismatch that one might fight jarring to the eyes, but was far more comfortable in such a heated environment.
Brooke dressed more comfortably, wearing clothes fashioned from hemp over the course of her time in Elysium. Her workers toiled and dredged in the background, covered in oil, grime, and soot.
