The Tiefling turns in her seat. "Sorry I couldn't help but over hear you're going to the blacksmiths? It just so happens I was hoping to go there myself. Unfortunately I was distracted by beauty last night." She glances toward the tavern girl. "I would most appreciate if you could show me the way."
The tavern lady replies. your all looking for the black smiths his name is Ogun his smithery is just if you walk out of here to the west end of the village just past the stalls and homes he likes being close to the forest. I'm sure he will pay well for good hard work.
Rok'Bohr entered the tavern from his room and, after looking around briefly, lumbered over to the kobold in the room. "Scorch! What we do today?!" He smiled happily. Unlike the night before, he wore on the outside of his clothes a finely made light hammer attached to a sash upon his hip. The weapon had a series of runic carvings utilizing runes not in any language book and an open center with a deep purple crystal held within. Out of the back of the hammer extended a spike that curved wickedly to point down toward its wielder. By the state of his tattered, holey robes and even more tattered cold-weather cloak, the hammer appeared to be the most immaculate possession he owned. Rok'Bohr seemed not to even notice the human sitting with Scorch, nor the tiefling nearby.
"Thank you for the directions." Darien finishes his meal looking to the stranger "I wouldn't mind another companion, as long as you can work that is." then to his friend Kobold "Are you going to eat this morning friend?"
When the teifling mentioned going to the blacksmiths, Rok'Bohr responded by immediately reaching for the hammer on his hip. Grabbing it just below the head, he energetically drew it and held it out towards her with a firm grip. "Rok'Bohr already have best weapon!" He turned back to Scorch and held it out to the kobold. "See!" To the eyes of the magical kobold, it was clear that the gem set inside it was some sort of arcane focus.
"That is a very nice hammer. Quite unique. I like my glaive. But my armor is a bit of a problem. It doesn't always move very well and can be too noisy. I also thought I might like a shield if I ever need to use the sword instead."
"That is a very nice weapon my friend, but there is always room for improvement" the kobold would say as he snaps his fingers and the creates a small illusion of white flames dancing along the head of the hammer. (spoiler, he cast prestidigitation) "Anyone that wants to come is welcome, scorch will say to those at the table and anyone nearby as well.
When the illusory fire erupted from his hammer, Rok'Bohr didn't think. He just reacted. Releasing a yelp, he half dropped, half threw the hammer to the floor as he yelled "FIRE HOT!" At which point he began to stare at the hammer, as it was not causing the wooden floorboards to catch fire. After a moment, he began to chuckle, then laugh heartily. Stooping to pick up the weapon, he smiled with amusement at Scorch. "Ha! Is just pretend fire! Good joke!" He put the hammer back into his sash. and smiled brightly. "Rok'Bohr go to blacksmith with new friends Scorch and Requital!" With a definitive nod, it seemed he had made up his mind.
(the site wont let me pick anything other than fiend. I'm old gods. i've spoken with the GM about it and he's aware of all my abilities, even the ones i haven't "picked" on the CS due to the site being dumb)
"Sounds like a plan!" The kobold would reply, standing up and looking up to the huge half orc that towered high over his head. Being a little more than three feet tall (if you count the horns... which he does) he would let out a small whistle. "Man you are a tall fella arn't you. Well Let's go then" he would say with a smile as he prepaired to venture outside. "You coming Darien?" Scorch would ask looking towards the man as he moves his hood back over his head.
So Flint and Rynnan also consider joining up with you all to head down to the black smith while Strife melts the snow along the way there. You all approach the black smithery you hear thundering hammering sounds as the half giant inside slams his hammer onto metal. ( you should have access to all the content I currently have purchased)