At the Forge
Iorek has been doing his best to keep himself busy. Sadly, the lack of proper game in the woods surrounding the lake and bar has left him with only one other option:
The forge.
Sergeant Wells told him about it, and he has eventually found it, and found that he barely fits through the door when wearing his armor, but that's more than he expected. The forge is well-equipped, and seems to be in good shape and, more important, used regularly. Which means there's at least one blacksmith around, and he needs to ask for permission to use the equipment.
Like most Panserbjorne, Iorek isn't specially fond of the written word. But working as a mercenary out in the world of humans, you need to get used to it, and though his paws aren't well-suited to holding a pen of any kind, his claws make perfect engraving tools. And thus, he takes one flat piece from the pile of firewood next to the coal for the furnace and sets those claws to work.
The forge.
Sergeant Wells told him about it, and he has eventually found it, and found that he barely fits through the door when wearing his armor, but that's more than he expected. The forge is well-equipped, and seems to be in good shape and, more important, used regularly. Which means there's at least one blacksmith around, and he needs to ask for permission to use the equipment.
Like most Panserbjorne, Iorek isn't specially fond of the written word. But working as a mercenary out in the world of humans, you need to get used to it, and though his paws aren't well-suited to holding a pen of any kind, his claws make perfect engraving tools. And thus, he takes one flat piece from the pile of firewood next to the coal for the furnace and sets those claws to work.