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As Strom strides out of the office together with his companions he mumbles "Hmph, what is he thinking? Asking us to come back after finding the portal to call in an expert group. What does he think, that we're errand boys?"

Slightly fuming Strom heads off to the local blacksmith and see if he's got some leads.

Diplomacy check: 1d20 ⇒ 7 Asking around at the local blacksmith for some leads.

With boots clanking on the ground and his flail making noise hanging by his side, Strom planted his feet in front of one of the tables. Scanning it for some ale or what not, he failed to find any and grumbled. He rubbed his hands, trying to warm them up a little and spoke. "At least it's nice and warm here. A nice change from the ship." The dwarf looked sturdy and energetic, despite having had such a long journey."Talk to him we will, but do you have some food and ale perhaps, in the meantime?"