Kaznak nods as Angrboda speaks with Forge, incapable of not hearing the giant's voice. "Indeed, I know what to look for. I was gifted with some knowledge of the hammer and anvil and what's needed with them. Perhaps it was to complement the fire I create... Light and keep the flames going without effort. And I'm ready to be goin' whenever."
The fire-breathing dwarf paces a little, his pack slung over his shoulder. He fiddles with his beard, trying to brush it a little further away from his mouth.
"I don't think there's too much danger. Forge looks to have some muscle, that Metliz seems to have some magic, Theris has set up an excellent defense along the outside, and everyone else seems able to repel any invaders. And I can't really imagine anything wanting to pick a fight with the walking, talking, burning stone over there." Kaznak chuckles as he mentions Pyre, though it's obvious he means no disrespect. Just an observation...