Dumar
Dumar wipes his forehead with his sleeve as he looks around. "At least we all lived. Is everyone going to be alright?"
After going through the loot, Dumar picks up the smoldering hammer. He swings it a couple times before strapping it to his back. He glances at the others. "Anyone mind if I hold on to this for now?"
Spoiler
I don't mind waiting, and I don't mind if we move on without a replacement. Either way is good for me.