Last Cuts of Kvacla Ironaxe

The battle ended beneath iron hooks and the drip of congealing brine. Kvacla Ironaxe fought from behind a wall of hanging quarters and a heavy butcher's block, trading blows amid cleavers and salted sacks. When the dwarf finally fell, he left behind the tools of his trade — a lifetime's worth of bonework, cured meats, and a few things no respectable shopkeeper would admit to keeping on the shelf. The ledger in his chest suggests regular payments from a handful of local inns and one discreet token from the Hearthmaker Guild; a small fire opal tucked into an envelope looks like a noble's hush-money. Some items are plainly useful to cooks and smiths, others smell of salt and old iron — perfect fodder for alchemists, crafters, or anyone with a stomach for grim curios.