“The Horn & Hammer sits on a corner of Bellwhistle Lane, its window filled with mounted horns, polished mail, and displays of halberds shaped like curling rams' horns. Warm light spills from the door at dusk, and the scent of hot metal and beeswax hangs in the air. Bell Hornwright — a tall tiefling with small, handsome ram-like horns and a soot-smudged apron — runs the place with a grin and an enthusiastic clap on your shoulder. She speaks in jaunty turns of phrase and is fond of double-meaning trade quips ('Looking for something that'll make you charge? I have a few favorites.'). A master tinkerer with a soft spot for mounts and cavalry, Bell is equal parts charming and unsubtle about the shop's horn motif: every piece of armor seems to have a curling accent somewhere. She offers free blade-sharpening with purchase and will barter workmanship or the occasional custom horn flourish for favors she finds amusing or for rare materials. The shop hums with the sound of hammer-on-anvil, faint horn calls, and the occasional flirtatious wink — enough personality to be memorable without being unwelcome.”