Gardìmn had finished both his drink and his conversation with the innkeeper. He walked out stating he would be back with nightfall and requesting his door to be locked.

[b]'AY'L SEE YER 'ROUND'[/b] the Innkeeper shouted. The dwarf wandered around a bit thinking about a sacrifice that would not make him regret giving it, but was also something of value to him in such a way that it was sufficient to the gods.
He did not notice a man close to the fire disappearing and ignored the astonished mumbling of the audience that followed. 

Then it struck him, he had an idea!
[i]"I'll sacrifice my first hammer"[/i] he thought. It was something of great nostalgic value to him but it was not something he would miss out of his 'small' amount of equipment.

He alway had it with him, and now he was walking over to the fire, grabbing his own talisman, he took a last look at it and threw it into the fire.
[b]"I respect all gods, and I want only that my respect is acknowledged for this gift."[/b]
He softly mumbled.
 As soon as the little hammer came into the fire it didn't fall down entirely to the ashes on the ground, it floated somewhat and then fell apart in small red glowing particles that flew up to the skies, dissolving.