Wolmak awoke and removed the sword from the fire, dipping it in a bucket that had been sitting below a hole in the roof slowly dripping water into the room. It made the annoying and consistent dropping worth it all. The water hissed and bubbled as the blade was rapidly cooled off. He picked the blade back out and wrapped it up skillfully as everyone else continued to sleep. He picked up his smaller pack and attaching his warhammer to his back, ensuring that the head with its emblem and jewel were hidden, he moved out of the room before closing the door.

He waved off the inn keeper as he attempted to return some of the money, "Keep it, you have been naught but good of service." He moved out of the inn and into the sloppy mud of the town. 

He moved to the stable beside the inn in order to ensure that his horse and his masters was well looked after. He had considered getting them sent home however who was there to send it home? They did not know the way and likely no-one else would. Trade Dwarves and Men was really only within the inner Kingdoms where the borders of their kin met. He walked out, pack on his back. Thankfully due to being a dwarf it was only marginaly heavy, though to a Man or Elf it would be far far to heavy. He adjusted it slightly so he could still get his warhammer easily should the need arise. He caught up with the rest of the group, waited for Edward and then offered the sword. "This is yours Master Edward, you won it and so yours it shall remain until the day you chose that it should not be." He nodded oveer to a small cluster off rocks. "I'll be over there if you need me." With that he walked over to the rock formation, took out an old wooden pipe and placed some tobacco in it before lighting it. It was a good day to be outside.