There are dwarves in Vareholm! What a wonderfully refreshing sight. I didn’t expect to meet any here when I decided to leave the forge.
While I was in the hearth, a soldier going by Major Val fell asleep in the corner and caught his chair on fire with a cigarillo. I tried to fan it out with my wing and only spread it to his leg. Luckily, I was able to grab some water from the bar and douse it out. He woke up and gruffly went upstairs, but I think he was thankful...