As you enter Izbal’s blacksmith shop, you see the dwarf with well groomed braided brown hair pounding away with a hammer on the next sword he’s working on the forge ahead of you.

He hears you clearing your throat and sighs, sticking it into a barrel of water before coming to greet you at the counter with a magical tablet and pen.

“Hello, welcome to the Darnir Smithery. How can I help ye today?”