Thorkild found himself standing before a large open fronted half-shelter constructed of stone. It wasn't a particularly large building but rows of empty weapon racks with the odd shield or boot leaned up against it marked it as a black smiths. Its guts plainly visible to the world a roaring fire was burning in its furnace, bellows sitting still while a man was hunched over an anvil hammering away at his latest creation. A light brown apron stained black was draped over front and back, more akin to a poncho while thick workers gloves kept his hands safe. Thus far he was entirely unaware of his presence. (@Grall_Stonefist )

Meanwhile Gunther, Sakeis and Malik were currently standing before a simple two story abode, a pair of heavily armored halberdiers flanking the door way. Despite odd company they allowed them all access, having come here after a quick re-direct from the barracks by a local whom had given them more than a few pieces of his mind about all the soldiers commandeering homes and supplies. Within awaited a small family of three currently acting as servants to a single ornately armored man, a black sash running across polished breastplate while curved shoulder guards were trimmed in gold. A narrow mustache of oily black hair spiked out to each side of his nose following a tight trail against his upper lip while hair was combed back tightly across his head, these details accentuate a fairly bored expression and his slighter build than most.

"Hmmmm? Nyeeeh, who goes? " An exhausted looking woman stepped away with a pitcher of water as he spoke, leaping at the chance for a break.
( @Colapse @High_Adept_Zeth @Maleth )

All the while a quintet of mercenaries whom seemingly had the easiest job of just walking a few feet into the tavern were engaged in a debacle of truly moronic proportions. Having intended to make a flashy entrance and gained local attention early on Argot had brazenly kicked open tavern door. With everyone looking he attempted to step inside ready to pronounce the glorious Warriors of the World and needed ample amounts of food and sustenance. This all had been thwarted by impressive girth, normally a point of pride for Argot, preventing him from fitting inside. Socially unconscionable enough to know breaking down a wall wouldn't help their quest for food and reputation he had spent the better part of two minutes trying to worm and crab walk his way in, needless to say they were certainly becoming popular entertainers.

"Uuuhh...uhh...Snik and Sneek smart need ideas!" Groaning as Argot spoke, Baldur collapsed forward body at last giving out from exhaustion and terrible wounds to leave him slumped up against Farull. It wasn't a good night.
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@Vanestus @FlashyGit @Skarboy @Casavay )

Now this was more a place of craftmanship. not exatcly a great ironwork, but it had a fire bellowing furnace and a smith at its anvil.
Thorkild approached closer, though also knowing one shouldent interrupt during the hammering of hot metal, since it could bork the intire work of it.
So instead he aproached to a *safe* distance, so he could also observe what this mansling was making, properbly just something for plainwork, given the lack of arms and armour in this smithy, Thorkild was sure he could be allowed to either use or rent the smithy and get some materials, he had a weapon to forge.

"Greetings fair woman, I am Brother Gunther of the Cult of Sigmar, here alongside a group of mercenaries called Warriors of the World," Warrior Priest made a shallow bow as he spoke, "We are looking for the captain of the local guard. Can you please direct us to him?"

Picking up Baldur and carrying him to a table Farull plops him down in a booth and sits getting the attention of the serving wench. "Food for me. Good food." He leans back and soaks up the warmth. His gnoblars crawling up onto the seat and keeping themselves small.

Snik crawled between Argot's feet to once again be back in the warmth of humie civilization, for once grateful. He then turned around to observe their boss, jammed into the doorway, a finger tapping against his knife-like chin. The Gobbo didn't have much experience with not being able to fit through small spaces. His frozen fingers snapped as those two neurons in his head once again managed to fire off. "Take off ya gut plate, boss! Den suck in dat gut!"

Sneek had leapt off Argot's back when he realised that this would not work, sitting in the snow and lifting his hat to scratch his head. It helped him think, the head-scratching, and when a genius such as him scratched his head, he surely would come up with the greatest of ideas!

Of course, skittering through crawlspaces had not been something he had to make a conscious effort for, since his stature was, while larger than some slaves, not too impressive by Ogre standards. But for his 'boss', he was happy to make the effort, walking in a circle in addition to his scratching. If he could come up with the saving idea, everyone would see that he was clearly the brains of this operation.

"Grease!", he called out in an eureka moment. "I slipped on grease a lot! If we grease the door and floor, boss-thing can slide inside gracefully like a Doomwheel!"

He chuckled at Snik's stupid gutplate idea. Stupid goblins!

Malik simply nodded as Gunther took to answer his questions.Finally speaking,Malik spoke as if absent,his eyes glassed for a moment as he peered inward,to his memories,but he snapped quickly his impassivity.

"I`ve seen people dying from cold...never under the pressure of snow."added Malik as he reminded himself on the brutality of the world.So far...he didn't had much of an opinion of Sigmar...not to mention the amount of blood Estalia spilt in his own homeland for him.

Approaching the two-story abode,Vizier eyed the heavily armored guards as he let the Warrior Priest do the talking.People usually welcomed strangers with a apprehensive posture and this far North...even more so.His southerner looks,strange clothing and a bipedal Lizard next to him,probably wont help the matter.

With an expression of the purest distilled 'Go rot in hell' she pointed toward the Captain sitting right there, mustache and all. Both Gunther and Sigmar both could throw themselves off cliffs for interrupting a much wanted break. Without waiting to be addressed again the man shot their curious crew an exasperated look, eyes suddenly going wide while brows crooked in confused fashion.

"What in Sigmar's name is -that- spawn doing in my presence? " A pistol was drawn and leveled at Sakeis' face. "Priest, have you come to offer me a sporting bit of hunting? As I'll have you know we've got more than enough mutants and spawn to deal with -without- you capturing more. " To hell with the vizier a bloody lizardman was a far more foreign sight. (@High_Adept_Zeth @Colapse @Maleth )

Thorkild crept closer going entirely unnoticed thus far by the man, clearly well into his mid-life a shaven head with a puggish nose and brawler's scars were apparent. Hammer came down setting hard into an iron blade, even from a short distance away the dwarf could make out its impurities and poor quality of its materials, though it was unclear if this was simply a poor soldier's blade in need of repair or from the actual shop. (@Grall_Stonefist )

Farull's attempt at just walking into the building overran any ideas put forward by Sneek or Snik as he bumped into Argot bending and splintering most the door frame as the Man-Eater tumbled in with the rest following close behind. Baldur only gurgled in half sentient fashion as he was set in a chair. Immediately it was obvious things were a bit off as one half of the bar was occupied by normal village goers, if their clothing and general lack of uniform meant anything, while the other half was consumed by soldiers bunked up and looking about as welcoming as Rossin's natives. Barkeep took one look at Farull and frowned beneath a sheep's skin hat.

"Afraid we ain't got much tae spare with current company ogre. " Thumbing toward soldier occupied half of tavern there was a chorus of rebellious grunts from both sides in response. "Not much food for an appetite like yours on hand, nor most of us for that matter. All me stocks been uhh...appropriated..."
@FlashyGit @Casavay @Skarboy

Seing that he might aswell interrupt the blacksmith, given that the Umgak wouldent be saved without a retry.
"Oi Umgi mind if i interrupt your working? its been too long away from a forge" Thorkild said to finally catch the attention of the blaksmith, atleast he was dedicated to it.

"If I was a spawn of Chaos, I'm sure Gunther would have killed me by now. So save that weapon for the actual enemy." Sakeis calmly replied, seemingly unafraid of the Captain's weapon. Then again, the Lizardman had both Gunther and Malik to back him up about not being someone touched by Chaos, so he could afford to not be intimidated by a gun or by the man holding the weapon.