The young dwarf, Dain Dunnaxe, happens to be walking by that part of town at that particular moment, whistling a tune as he goes. He is downed in a simple brown tunic and a vest, and wears a pair of soft boots. While not armored, the stout man carries a bearded axe with a long shaft that he uses as a walking stick, ever aware of the dangers present in such a city as this. When the dwarf sees the building seemingly appear out of thin air, he leaps back in shock. “What in the blazes? That be a smithy if I e’er heard one.” He mutters to himself. It takes a few moments of him staring in disbelief, whilst stroking his long chestnut beard with his left hand, for him to make up his mind on what to do in face of such a unusual sight. He decides to investigate, approving and knocking on the building door with the back of his axe if it is closed.