You step into the weapons shop, known as Ironbar Forge, and the air immediately hits you with a wave of heat and the rich scent of charcoal.
The walls are lined with sturdy racks displaying weapons and armor; swords of various lengths, axes, maces, shields both plain and reinforced, and suits of ring and chainmail armor that range from practical to ornate.
A long counter runs along one side, covered in small tools, half-finished daggers, and a ledger stained with soot.
Hanging from the rafters are lanterns that cast a warm, flickering glow over everything. Through the open doorway to the north you can hear the rhythmic clang of hammer on metal and see the orange-red glow of the forge beyond. This is no fancy boutique, it’s a working smithy where quality gear is made and sold, and where many an adventurer has gotten their first real blade.