"Hah! It's fascinating stuff honestly, pure forge-fire, the flame of transformation. It's said the gods kindled it to shape their creation." River wanders over to a shelf, where she takes down a beautiful pipe carved into a skull and some tobacco; she packs it carefully while she continues. "According to legend, the Secondborn taught my people fire and smithing in exchange for the promise that they would be called to visit us. They're real dicks sometimes, but..." Her voice goes wistful. "We've still kept our word."