The blacksmith's shop was gettingh closer with every step, though Liam had to admit that after seeing the state of the place yesterday, he wasn't exactly excited about going back inside. The sight of that filthy workshop was still fresh in his mind, as was the memory of being launched into an abandoned cauldron and emerging from it looking like he had spent the last three years living underneath a bridge.
His clothes had been ruined, his dignity had suffered considerable damage, and the dwarf had somehow managed to insult him every few seconds while making it look effortless. Yet despite all of that, Liam knew they had come to the right place. The seer had sent them there, and the dwarf clearly possessed skills far beyond what his ridiculous appearance suggested. If the old drunk really could forge weapons capable of helping them fight the battles waiting for them back home, then Liam was willing to tolerate his personality.
For now, however, his attention was elsewhere.
