“The forge sits on the lower level of a metropolis smithing district and is marked by a battered iron sign and the constant smell of coal and hot metal. Harrik Ironhand wears an old city watch cloak folded over his shoulder and taps a bronze bell to close a sale — he insists on inspecting all metals brought in for repair and will offer 'a cup of stout and a war story' with every purchase over 25 gp. He keeps a ledger with names of known adventurers and offers modest discounts (5–10%) to repeat customers or those who do small tasks for the forge (delivering ore, hunting for rare coal, or returning a lost hammer). The shop hums with radio calls — a pile of half-finished shields sits near the anvil, and a black iron wolf's head sculpture (Harrik's apprentice's practice piece) watches customers from a shelf.”