Metallic Dreams

  In the Artisan’s Quarter, tucked near a leatherworker and chandlery lies an artisan’s workshop. With a sign depicting a multi-layer necklace and the scripted words “Metallic Dreams”, this is the shop for creation and imagination to take flight.
  The workshop is a clean, sensible frontage, with a glass window displaying a myriad of jewelry, boxes, fancy daggers and other items.  Inside the shop are a wall of display cases, fronted by more in standing displays, with various items grouped neatly and logically for viewing and purchase. This crafting table runs most of the back length of the shop, only a gap with a door that leads to their living areas. This final wall is lined with letters and notes from various customers, with praise both effusive and mild. Some of these letters are encased in frames, placed in positions of significance from their importance.
  Within the workshop are up to three people - the owner, an elderly halfling named Yarrow Cultry, with brown hair lightly greying and, whose nimble hands ply his trade with a skill akin to magic - his current apprentice Niace Turnwood, a lithe, young human female who watches both the store and her teacher with active green eyes - and sometimes his wife Ursie �“ a slightly rotund halfling with a charming smile perpetually shining. Together they have garnered a slight fame of crafting some of Greyhawk’s most intricate and exquisite works of fashion, art and utility.
  Yarrow speaks with the accent of a native born and raised, his speech marred with a slight lisp when he is working on his latest project. While his talent shines with every object he creates, his wife has a small secret �“ she has a polishing paste she crafts that she finishes most of his works with, that stops all decay, wear or tarnishing for decades, adding to the value the market has for his works and ensuring their ongoing success. Content in their lives, only the apprentices change through the years, as each is trained in the skills he happily demonstrates.
  His prices are reasonable, as he produces objects mostly for his own satisfaction and enjoyment. He is usually found behind a crafting table, bent over a scrying lens wrapping fine wire around some gemstone, or manipulating metal into the shape he envisions, with his apprentice next to him, watching or working on her own projects. Depending on the time of day, he may also have a plate of food and a hot drink awaiting his attention near his workspace.
  Simple tasks are given to the apprentice, leaving his more experienced and skilled abilities for the custom works and regular enhancements requested by the population of Greyhawk.

  Epilo arrives at the shop, entering during the day when the sun is highest. Once inside, his eyes are caught by the case of daggers and other small cutting devices, some very unusual and for specialized use, he does see a couple of sickles within, but both are of gold and beyond his means.
  After a minute of this, the apprentice approaches him. In a small but firm voice, she says “Good afternoon, sir. What can we craft for you today?”
“Umm, hello, I’m Epilo and I need a new sickle. I’m afraid my means don’t allow me something as grand as those,” He says, gesturing towards the golden sickles he was looking at, “But could you craft me one of hardened silver?”
“Of course! That we could have done within two days.”
“That would be fine, and how much?”
“That depends on the design, but the starting amount is XXX silver.” she responds, “a third now, and the rest once you’ve approved of the final product. Did you want anything special done to it? Filigree, symbols, special handle?” She asks, pulling out a small clay marking tablet for notes. “I will put your request to the Master, and he’ll tell me the amount we’ll charge you.”
Blinking a bit, as he didn’t even think beyond the utility of the object, he says “Oh, how about Ehlonna’s holy symbol on both sides of the blade. That seems appropriate.”
”That’s simple enough we don’t charge for. So, XXX silver please and we can get started.”

Artisans Quarter