Early in the morning, A large Cart is pulled into Town with Taklinn playing the beast of burden. As he nears the Warrior's Hall, he stops and wipes the Sweat from his brow. Pulling the tarp off of his cart, he begins unloading several pieces of armor and weapons, taking them inside the Hall and placing them on stands. After several trips he finishes his unloading and begins pulling the cart back toward the road leading out of town.
Nasher had heard the tinkling of metal from as far away as his own cabin. Being low on scrapmetal for his "inventions", the goblin rushed towards the sound as quick as he could. He past the dwarf along the way, cutting him off as he continued on his way. "This must be where the bitses are!" the goblin shouted as he approached the Warrior's Hall. He peeked his head inside the dor to see if he could catch a glimpse of the beautiful metalic sparkle that is scrap metal.