Harrison got in a few kicks before he emerged from the crowd, and panted heavily as he asked, "Mag, what happened to the forge next door? How did those shops collapse?"
The forge beside the restaurant was still a pile of rubble, and a bunch of dwarven stonemasons were cleaning up the wreckage. They were reconstructing the building with an extremely high efficiency, but the gargantuan crater in the ground was still clearly visible, and it appeared as if a battle had taken place there.
"Maybe it was an earthquake." Mag shrugged. He didn't think it was a good idea to spread word about the explosion. If the Gray Temple or the city lord's castle were to learn about the fact that Mobai had invented explosives, they would probably pay as much attention to it as they did with the steam engine.
