The door swings open and you are hit with a blast of heat. You look into the smoke-tainted orange room and step in. The air is hot and bitter to breathe, so you do so shallowly to avoid discomfort. A blast of the fire makes you cringe, and you jump as a large, friendly hand comes to rest on your shoulder. You turn and see a massive man with a bellows in his right hand, smiling kindly at you.