Alec states to all in the warrior's hall is there anyone who has seen Taklinn the new dwarf in town?
Taklinn's eyes go wide at seeing another of his own race in Jastrey. "It ain't that hot if ye got enough of a blanket of chest hair to protect ye! It has been more'n a score of years since I stood afore the forge, but some habits die hard. Taklinn Forgesplitter, at yer service!" he smiles broadly and extends his hand.
"Shave me beard it is good to see another of me kind on this shard! I was beginning ta think that I'd never see another dwarf!" With that Taklinn goes and sits down to talk with his newfound friend, talking of his early days working in the mines; To anyone else who may be about, it is apparant that the normally gruff dwarf is more animated and talkative around another of the stout folk, to the point of seeming almost pleasant and happy.
Taklinn walks into the Warrior's Hall with a small sack over one shoulder. To any inside he asks "Well seein' as how Dreygor has gone, I was wonderin' if I may be able ta use the forge for a bit to fix me armor" He places the sack on the floor and pulls out a piece of iron to patch his armor; after which he pulls his armor off and makes some careful measurements. He then heats his cuirass and the patch and begins melding the two pieces of metal together, alternating between the fire and a trough of water before hammering with his smithy hammer. Several times during the process the frustrated dwarf curses under his breath and has to fix an error, however slight, that he has made. After awhile, much longer than required for so simple a task, Taklinn backs away from the forge and inspects his armor, which is repaired without a seam, and puts it back on.