(Im back people, terribly sorry about my absence. My father passed away and I moved to Arizona a month ago today, I just got the Interet last night. If you already have a replacement, I understand, but Ill post anyway, in case you didnt.)
As the assorted adventurers sit around the table with the woman, the doors fling open loudly as the mythril plated being walks in, clanking with every step he takes. People turn their heads in amazement of the being, happened regularly for Hammer, not many Warforged took this good care of themselves. As he approaches the table, Hammer looks at Litlow and casually asks, "So, what's the job?"