Dorisma grunted. The kobold was competent in battle but little else it seemed. Dorisma already had her 'weapon' persay, so she didn't need to go to the blacksmith. She was tempted to leave and find the source of the gray dust herself but didn't want to leave her allies helpless. Sighing softly to herself Dorisma trudged off to the blacksmith, she at least rememberd  where it was, she'd gotten a good idea of the city's layout after all that searching. In hardly any time at all Dorisma found the building and leaned agains the wall, jerking one thumb towards the entrance in an obvious signal. 'Get in and get out'. She wondered why the princess thought the kobold was considered the leader, he hardly lead them anywhere and was usually hiding in the back of the fight. Odd things humans. She wondered why none of the dragons had killed her yet. Perhaps her magic could stop even dragons.