"No ned ta be a warrior or a smith right now is ther? Howevar if yah like yu culd test the strength of my hammer." Denholme commented with a slightly disapproving smirk as he patted the butt of his large Stonehammer resting on his back. "Otherwiase I hav no reason to tak to yah Deathknight." He spoke the last word with a disdain. Denholme wasn't looking for a fight but he just didn't like anything about these unnatural men and this one wasn't going to change his mind. He threw his shoulder towards Lethean and started back in with Stephen. "So Stephen, with how you travel wit your trade I was wonderin what yu like most for fuel? I prefer a thick natural oil but if push comes I'll shove some coke in mah forge."
(( Sorry for the belated response, forgot I was in here >.< ))