Gamel enters the common room, dirt smeared across his face and a fine mist of sweat on his brow. The small forge he set up around the back of the tavern has been his savior since the loss of his son. His grief seems to come in waves and you are thankful to know he has his work to help him through the heartache. He spots your group at the table and decides to pay you a visit.

"Greetings, Oathsworn. I have some good news. I've been making improvements to my field gear with the things we learned on our travels from Bastone in mind. I would be happy to make the same modifications to the other lad's equipment if you can help cover the cost."

Gamel thanks you again for giving him a shot at revenge after losing his boy. "If you ever need anything, me and Betsy are always ready and willing," he says, raising his blacksmith hammer with a smile.