Othiosiya could feel discomfort rise inside him as he could do nothing but watch his spear disappear into the depths of a blacksmith's shop he had no idea about the competence of its owner. Even with using nothing but Valdium and other metals of the finest quality one could do a very horrible job and this weapon would probably be very hard to replace quickly in these lands... What if it would turn out to be out of balance or maybe even less sharp than it used to be ? He certainly didn't want to have to fight with such a thing...

On their way to the temple, the Drabarian spent most of his time onto two different things: Looking around and checking out his new companions, and inspecting himself. After all they were headed for some kind of temple and not knowing much of a detail about the deity and rites involved was hardly an excuse for entering such a place with heaps of mud clinging to one's huge feet. People were watching them and him in particular, but the Drabarian didn't care much about that. He was used to it and didn't expect anything else to happen really. While they were going there to get some blessings for their equipment, he secretly was afraid of becoming a curse for the good humans in there. At his size and in full armor accidents of various kinds were prone to happen, so hopefully the interior would be well designed and not be too delicate...

[s][color=ffff00]"What ?"[/color] was his immediate reaction towards the thief once he suddenly addressed him. Frankly he found his mind unable to come to any kind of reasonable conclusion upon the confrontation with 'escorts' giving 'discounts'. What Othiosiya did subsequently was -- from his point of view, of course -- go for the default option. A calmly expressed [color=ffff00]"I always try to perform as well as I can."[/color] reply towards the small man he could only wonder about what his role was. [color=ffff00]"May I ask what you're doing ? I'm new and would like to know my companions."[/color][/s]