Kolmadi found it hard to pull himself away from his forge today. He had made good progress on the repairs for the farmers equipment and wanted to keep going, but his Dawrven nature got the better of him. He put away all his tools and tided up the forge before locking his house up and heading for the local watering hole.
As he walked, he whistled a hearty Dwarven tune, one he would normally keep to himself as he worked in his forge.
He approached the inn, and pushed open the door, looking around to see if he could find a empty seat and a full glass.