A massive, vacant foundry just a few miles northwest of town, The Ironworks stand as a remnant of a different time. Before relatively peaceful trade charters were set up with the Tribes, Northallow was mostly a stoic military border fort with a bustling mining community.
In those days, the massive smelteries saw ten tons of ore a day carted down the mountains on a set of sturdy rails. Giant furnaces cast huge plumes of char-black smoke to stain the sky with their fury. A treaty with Absal brought cheap iron from the south, making the iron mines unprofitable. The companies running the mines quickly quenched their furnaces, packed up their gear, and left their rails to rust.