Another room in the castle as you would expect. This room is filled with weapons and armor on manikins made of wood and iron. The weapons here are well used, time and age have made their dents and marks, however they remain reliable for any man to wield.
Armory, Inside Castle
blacksmith
knight
I am a knight. I come from a lower-ranking noble family. I serve under the king, as my father did before me. In times of war, I fight on horseback.
I'd like to get my breastplate repaired, good sir. It has seen better times. My goodness, quite a bit of damage here!  Have you been fighting dragons? Aye, last mission was a tough one. Thanks to Commander Argus I'm back alive. Do you mind telling the tale as I work on your armour? Of course, it be quite the story. There I was, middle of the third quadrant, riding on my faithful horse and about to strike at a skeleton. All of a sudden, the biggest creature you ever seen starts flying towards us spitting flames of fire! Oh my!  What creature was this?  How very brave you must be! Why it was a dragon, flameborn I believe by the crest on its chest. Must of been about 100 feet across! Anyway, he starts roasting both my troop and the fourth quadrant, when all of a sudden Argus casts this spell, big flash of light appears and the dragon be on the damn floor! *drops hammer*  How on earth did you survive?  An army can't repel a fire drake of that magnitude!  This Argus must be a mighty wizard indeed. Aye, I have no idea the bounds of the commander's strength, but he is indeed the strongest I know. Some say he is part dragon himself, but it be all rumors. Part Dragon?  Could the rumours be true - but if so, how is it possible? I've no idea, but it takes one heck of a smooth talker to seduce a dragon, I can tell you that! No doubt!  And there - just about finished.  I've added a bit of extra fire resistance to the plate - one of the advantages of working with a dwarven smithy.