Glodin marched on with his group in a daze, his mind was back home tending the forge while his body kept his mule walking in formation. He stayed that way until they reached the keep of Thanermere. Glodin quickly dismounted and gave the mule over to the stable master before following the party into the castle itself. He was happy for multiple reasons, though his face didn't really show his feelings. He was alive, able to fulfill his self imposed destiny, and may have new friends. 
As Glodin was about to go and find his room an idea came to him and he quickly made his way to Knight-Captain Sunderland. 
[color=00a651]"My Captain, may I have the honor of repairing your sword? I want to thank you, for if you had not fired that bolt of lightning I would surely have perished that night in battle." [/color] He bowed low, the tip of his beard rested on the floor. [color=00a651]"I also practice the art of runic carving along with smithing. I have a thought of putting a channel rune onto the base of your blade, allowing you to use your weapon to focus your magics. Or if you would like any augmentation I will do my best to make it satisfactory."[/color]