Creation is eternal; it will continue to grow and to thrive long after
our mortal flames are extinguished. The Mad Lord has succumbed to the
force of His charge, but of this be assured: nothing shall tear asunder
the perfect and ever-changing work of the Worldforger. By His hand,
Creation is given shape and purpose. What He has given to us shall not
be corrupted, shall not be sullied in service to those who warp the very
fabric of existence.

This forge; this gift from He who gave us life; this symbol of mortal
ingenuity, so treasured by Him, has been returned to its rightful
owners. This is the will of our Dwarven Lord. The arms that pump its
mighty bellows are of less import today than is the weakening of those
that may no longer do so.

Yours is a cowardly path, Bastion of the North, and you will certainly
find ruin. Unfortunately, it will never be the oblivion for which you so
vainly grope.

In Service to the Smith,
Fendo Sehr'asa, Hand of Phaestus

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Ero, in the year 574 AF.