<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">"Having more muscles than brains certainly has its perks." Ragnar chuckled. "It keeps things simple and hey, who knows? Maybe you could learn a thing or two, something that is not another one of your explosive tricks or frog spells" He commented buoyantly with his dim-witted grin. He nodded at him, standing up as the mage began to say his goodbyes. He collected the few tools he had scattered around the chair he was sitting on. "Aye, tak-" He stopped, turning around to see Merlin had already left. The brute sighed, putting all the tools back into place so it would be easier for Farkas and his helpers to find and take inventory. He placed the sword he had been polishing onto the rack before he exited the smithy. He glanced around a bit, enjoying the lack of heat in the air and then he went off to find a place to rest.</span></div>