G'day, lad. Name's Bertrand, Bertrand Ironbrow! At yer service. <Bertrand extends a filthy hand.> These fine folk contracted me tae oversee construction of this here keep. What they lack in experience they make up for in spirit! Problem is, I misplaced me tools. Had a bit of a run in with a few Twilight in a small grove northwest o' here. Had to choose between me life or me tools. On one hand, I'm alive. On the other... ye see where this is goin'. Think ye could help find me tools?