As Ember re-enters the hearth room, she's greeted with rather an unpleasant scene. Much of the wooden furniture has been splintered or scratched, and a couple metal items have been bent. A page moves busily about the room, setting objects in their approximate original positions and making faces at the more egregiously broken items. They look familiar, like they were one of the folks poking around in the hidden room a couple days ago.

"Hello," the page calls out gruffly. "You're the forge, right? I hope I didn't put any of this stuff back wrong."