Eventually it was bound to happen; Yngvi works with sharp things for a living, his hands bear the brunt of it and they're not exactly working in clean places. Not that he really knew about cleanliness in the first place because he's not some noble but his hand is hurting enough that he's been badgered into finding someone to help.

Someone that won't wiggle their fingers and toss halla piss at him then charge him for the privilege.

"I got bit." The opening words for his interruption into Kattrin's life as he trips over the fennec with the grace you'd expect of a dwarf with four nugs in attendance. "Someone said you could fix it better than the other lot."