His ham sized fist struck the would-be thief in the stomach, bowling him over and sending him to the ground, squealing at the hit. The other cut-purse waved a knife menacingly, but the curious looking Dwarf of the Slayer Cult shattered his knee before the man could strike, snapping it like a twig with a strike from his makeshift prosthetic arm. This time it's fixture was a hammer head, though he imagined screwing on his wrench would have been just as good. 

The man screamed, and fell to the ground hard. "Oi" the Dwarf said to them. "Either of ye got a light? I'd rather not use up anymore of my flint. Got things to blow up, you know?" It was hard to tell if this small talk was a jest, or actually as nonchalant as he was meaning. The Dwarf was muscled and rough looking, not to mention he had an odd look in his mad eyes that spoke of danger. These men had thought the risk was worth it, for he carried a large pack and was seemingly unarmed save for an Axe that would be hard to reach for with his free hand. Needless to say, their bargain failed. 

Sketti hammerhand gazed up into the sky, seeing the time of day. "Well, never mind. Got to get goin'." he declared, and marched further into this Grobi wrought city of the manlings.  

He found the building after taking a few odd turns. The layout of this settlement left something to be desired, but he made do and finally got to his destination. The house certainly looked like a manling had made it, standing there in all of its shoddy glory. He stepped in, nearly ripping the flimsy door off its hinges. 

There were two manlings, but the Dwarf is who he noticed. Looked like a miner of sorts, though the Thrund was recognizable. Walking toward the only other Dawi in the room, Sketti gave Brokk a gruff nod. He supposed they were both longbeards, but such thoughts he had not considered for himself in a long while. It was all doom and explosives now, though he supposed the only thing that changed when he took the oath was the 'doom' part.