You've approached a counter that faces a busy, cluttered street of the dwarven settlement you're visiting. The shop is embedded in an ancient inner defensive wall of the mountain city called Gate. The fortification's old, yards-thick, and after ages of expansion, nearly at the city's center. The store is located in a literal hole in the wall, rebuilt into a spherical opening entirely with debris. A wily-looking dwarf is running the shop. The dwarven owner's right forearm gleams with a dull, metallic shine. It is evidently high craft golemry.

Welcome to Gate! What can I help ye with? Interested in sum felling axes? Spices? Cart wheels? Talismans??? I got em all! Name a category and I'll bring the goods out--the front isn't exactly representative, you get it, yeah? Gotta work with the space I got. Don't mind the clutter! I got everything memorized, catalogued and stored in the back. Now, whaddya want from ol' Urist, stranger?