Rooms

  The slight breeze coming through the open door stirs the armor hanging

from the ceiling beams.  The effect is like windchimes on a porch.  The

smell of hot metal is overpowering.  The forge sits in the very back of this

shop.  The armorer, Antonio, is bent over a table working on a new suit of

chain mail.  He nods at you and gestures for you to look around.