The blacksmith's shop is filled with weapons and armor. Axes, swords, shields, pole axes, and many more weapons line the walls. In front of those weapons on manikins are sets of armors on display. There are armor sets for woman, men, and even smaller children. A dog lays next to the door on a giant red pillow. A cat is perched up on a windowsill starting into the city. The blacksmith himself is hammering away in the back whistling a tune, while sweating over the fire red iron.
Dwarven blacksmith, Mountain
customer
dog
I am a dog on a small farm.  I help my master hunt for food.  I protect the house from intruders and other animals.
Me! Bark bark! Yes, you are! And a fine looking beast you are, too! Say, you're not one of those new talking dogs I've been hearing about are you? Imported from far off lands? Well of course! Ruff! I should have realised! The owner of a fine shop such as this would surely have only the most exotic and costly of pets. as befits the goods sold here. It really is a nice shop huh? Bark! It is indeeed! Though I sometimes wonder about the necessity for all these tools of violence...I would rather watch a parade on the High Street than a joust. Different paths for different people! Bark bark! This is true, Dog, you seem wise..Though I sometimes wonder why it should be so,  Would not things be easier for all if everyone shared the same view? Maybe easier, but more boring too! Bark! Speaking of boring, have you heard about this new corn that has been under discussion? I long to try it, yet see little need for it. Is our old corn not good enough? Perhaps it yields more harvest and therefore feeds more people! Ruffff! Well, maybe. Have you seen any about? Have any for sale?