Victor’s forge stands a few yards from his shack and consists of four thick wooden posts arranged to hold a roof over the firepit, anvil, and tool rack. A cursory inspection turns up buckets of water, oil, a bench, and other things one expects to find. However, the firepit is cold and has been so for a couple days. Anyone looking around in the pit finds one coal that still glows, emitting dim greenish light. With his professional knowledge of magic, Tzal gets a sense that the light might be a stain from some potent curse.
In addition, Wolfram finds child-size footprints in the mud around the forge, barefoot and with six toes.