Kamira's Workshop If you walk between a fork in the road in this demented forest you'll come upon a large home made partially of brick. Sheets of metal and odd designs cover most of the outer walls and several rods rest atop the roof looming over the trees. The air is hot, humid, and carries the stale taste of iron. Past the round table in the front yard and the scorched crater the place seems abandoned. However the closer you get to the house the louder the sounds of pounding, simmering steam, cursing, and electric shocks become. . .