The Noble Stores - Part 2

"Forgive me, good Sers, let me show you—Who are you?" The voice that had been about to greet them so welcomingly suddenly turned to one of scorn. Harland pulled the door open further, so that the armorsmith could see all three of them. His distasteful tone only deepened.

"Who are you raggedy men, I ask you? What guards are slacking that they would let your likes in?" He said, his nose twitching.

He was a scrawny man, that smith. The same height as Jormvik, or thereabouts, and likely the same age, from the wrinkles on his face… but where Jormvik was well muscled, and seemed hearty enough still, the man seemed wiry and frail. He didn't seem like he'd be able to lift up a hammer if it fell on the floor, much less use it to beat metal into shape.