As you walk down the corridor the sounds of a shop drift down to meet you. You here hammers pounding, drills drilling, lasers cutting, and odly enough, one sound that doesn't seem to belong, chanting, majical chanting. You decide you really must see who is chanting and why.

You round the corner into the office and find...well...something like what you heard. A shop, work benches are stretch along the walls. In the middle of the vast room is what appears to be a hut. An old man in a black robe with white hair exits the hut. He spans the sawdust and steal filing strewn distance in short order. "How can I help you today?"

"What IS this place? What do you do here? Who are you people?" you exclaim.

"I'll answere the last first, we are Horadrim Mages, skilled in the implementation of many majics, and very good enchanters, runers, and craftsman" replies the old wizard.

"Well, you bring us something, any kind of something, that you want modifed, tell us how you want us to do it. And we do it!" The old mage points over at some workbenches that have wizards casting runes into bladed weapons "they are runing swords and axes right now" Points at some other work benches where some wizards are leaning back and enjoying some Mr. Jones FuFu Berry sodas "and they just finished coverting a shotgun from semi-auto to full auto" The old mage continuis. "So, what can I alter for you today?"