The Trader's Friend

[Lugh]

A welcoming sign swings lazily over the door to the modest Smithy. Inside the rhythmic clang of metal and the faint sizzle of burning heat meeting cool water sets a near constant backdrop to the clatter of hooves in the forge room next door. The entrance room is large, with wide doors that allow its Centaur resident easy access to all areas. Stray tools, metal bits, papers, and harness lay on a large, high table just to the left of the door. Another, smaller door is directly opposite the entrance. It stays open during business hours and gives direct access to the stables. A small desk is tucked into the corner, a haphazard pile of wine-stained papers stacked on it.

A soft bell chimes over the entrance door as its opened, and a small elf with wide brown eyes and a winning smile appears through the small stable door. "Pan's Blessing on you this day, my friend! What may we do for you?"