Art had followed the girls to the forge, and waited outside the door- he was still being cautious about the people in the village. He;d had some self awareness smacked into him a few times- and as far as he could guess, a paranoid village wasn't going to be happy about a tall, fanged, greenish man with an overgrown axe.

He overheard the discussion, and decided it was time to step inside- a decision that had nothing to do with his F'knar freezing off, honest.

"Just point th' way to the bandits, smith. I have need of some gear... if y' girls dun't mind sharing the task." he rumbled, tilting his head a little. Hunting bandits sounded more fun then heavy work...