RocEter wrote:Clive will secure lodging for himself and the party at The Horse's Mouth.
After he has secured lodging, he will venture into town looking for a weapon and armor smith. Tonio will accompany him to help keep on eye on the puppy.
Sir Clive's search takes him to Petroff's Fine Swords, a bladesmith's shop on Traitor's Gate Lane very near the city walls and close to the riverfront quarter.
When Sir Clive enters, a bell chimes.
In the large front room of the first floor of the sturdy, two-story shop, the knight finds a collection of swords, knives, spears, and other edged and pointed weapons, on display against the back wall behind a long hardwood counter which divides the room in two width-wise. A sliding iron shutter hangs in rolled-up position on the ceiling above the counter-top.
Besides the street entrance, there are two doors, both shut now, one to the right on a bare wall and one on the far wall behind the partition, left of the weapons display.
After a moment, the door in the back opens and a wiry, balding man dressed in a leather apron and shirtsleeves emerges.
The man introduces himself as Petroff and inquires as to Sir Clive's needs, gesturing as he speaks toward the weapons pegged or hung on the wall behind him.
''Good work, all of it. The best is what I made, but even the second-hand stuff I picked up in trade is reliable steel at the least. "
He offers Sir Clive some smoked sausages and hard cheese while they talk.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)