Cradling his right hand close to his chest, Slade props up his feet and looks at the hammer.
“What do you think, Yorick? Found the hammer in an ancient dwarves ruin. Wrested it from the grasp of our ancient enemy, the goblins. Abadar’s teeth, I can’t stand them.”
Looking at the dwarf, the Baron considered. Slade had probably been thinking about this for a while. And in his usual taciturn way, Slade gave little indication of where he was headed “Yep, that’s a hammer all right.” said the younger man.