“The Iron Bastion Armory sits tucked beneath an arched stone arcade where the clang of hammer and the smell of oil are constant. Iron racks and wooden pegboards line the shop; banners faded by weather mark the years a dwarf family has run the place. Heavy boots from mercenaries fill one corner, while a glass-fronted cabinet behind the counter contains the more valuable enchantments. The owner treats every blade and plate as if it were a living thing—each weapon receives a small ritual polish and the quick whisper of a dwarven blessing before leaving. Customers are expected to bargain politely; Harn will tap a mug on the counter to silence long-winded haggling and offer a free sharpening for any purchase over 100 gp. Quirks: Harn hums an old forge hymn while he works, insists payment in round numbers (prefers gp, but accepts silver), and keeps a tiny iron mouse that he winds every morning perched on the counter. He will not sell improvised explosive components but will happily trade for salvageable metal or rare ore.”