Inviting her to his forge to 'try out his hammer' wasn't a very creative device to ask a lass for a tumble, but she didn't seem to mind. She'd blushed and tugged at her soft brown beard, and with twinkling eyes had said that she'd love to.
They'd have the freedom of the house, what with his parents gone to visit relations. He stoked the fire in the forge, then turned at the sound of footsteps in the doorway. Ahh, but she was a lovely lass.
"So, Master Gloin," she asked coyly. "Want to show me your hammer?"
