Torvaldi's Tannery

The Tannery has been family owned and operated since the day it opened.   Elias Torvaldi was a half-elf of Sunndi origins, who came to Greyhawk for a fresh start.   His descendants are all but human now, yet they practice the Elvish faith and ideals of their ancestor.   Which includes the leather working arts.    Torvaldi's isn't the cheapest, but it is among the best.   Honorable adventurers and others that wish to convey class proudly display the shop's work among their equipage.    For the warrior that wants a sheath as distinctive as a special sword, this is the place to have it crafted, or an existing one artfully engraved or embossed.    The natural woods of Torvaldi's interior feature striking and accurate Elvish motifs, that elvish customers remark on as being fully authentic.   Most the family who work there, as well as a few other employees, are soft spoken but sharp, and can't be talked down easily.  They know the value of quality.

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She loved the smell of leather, which was naturally quite prevalent within this shop.   The wood working was beautiful as well --  she'd no direct experience with Elvish culture to speak of, but being half-elven, it somehow spoke to her spirit and senses.    The man working the counter was slim and chestnut haired, with a close cropped, neatly trimmed beard.

"Good afternoon," he hailed her, "how may I be of help?"

Inaya explained the reason for her visit.

"Ah. Of course. We're making a number of purses, pouches and packs, sized for them. As they're getting items and toys from other shops, I'm certain they'll need something to put them into, and haul them around with."

Inaya agreed that was a suitable, charming idea.   The fellow gave her the specific time for the party to come pick them up, as they were not presently ready.  Before she left, she inquired about the crafting of a particular sheath she wished to have for her falchion. That weapon was the sacred blade of her goddess, and it deserved more than the common scabbard that currently held it.   She was quoted a price she thought was fair, and assured him that she'd be back, once she had the coin for it.

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