Galnuir's Archery

Galnuir's Archery is the fletcher shop in Solhaven. It is located one block southeast from North Market SE, at the corner of Nerite and Eastbridge.

[Galnuir's Archery]
Finely crafted bows of all shapes and sizes hang upon the walls of this sparsely furnished shop. A simple wooden counter stands in one corner, with a rack behind. A small table and chair sit in front of the fireplace. You also see the bowyer Galnuir.

Inventory

Welcome to Galnuir's Archery!

Galnuir offers his catalog to browse.
Galnuir exclaims, "Greetings stranger, have a look around!"

  Catalog
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  1. a short bow                           21. a thin black paintstick
  2. a composite bow                       22. a thin blue paintstick
  3. a long bow                            23. a thin green paintstick
  4. a light crossbow                      24. a thin red paintstick
  5. a heavy crossbow                      25. a thin white paintstick
  6. a wooden arrow                        26. a thin yellow paintstick
  7. a bundle of wooden arrows             27. a jade-inlaid mithril drill
  8. a wooden light crossbow bolt          28. a steel four-bladed arrowhead
  9. a bundle of light crossbow bolts      29. a steel four-bladed cap
  10. a wooden heavy crossbow bolt         30. a mithril bodkin arrowhead
  11. a bundle of heavy crossbow bolts     31. a mithril bodkin cap
  12. a back quiver                        32. an ora broadhead arrowhead
  13. a belt quiver                        33. an ora broadhead cap
  14. an ivory fletching razor             34. an imflass conical arrowhead
  15. a bottle of fletching glue           35. an imflass conical cap
  16. a bundle of fletchings               36. a vultite swept arrowhead
  17. a bundle of plain white fletchings   37. a vultite swept cap
  18. a bundle of dingy grey fletchings    38. a stick of wood
  19. a bundle of light brown fletchings   39. a branch of wood
  20. a vial of paint                      40. a limb of wood

>CUSTOMIZE (bows/crossbows)
This item is available in the following colors or finishes:

None.

This item is available in the following materials or features:

  1. ash                   6. maple                 11. mossbark
  2. fel                   7. elm                   12. ruic
  3. monir                 8. hazelwood             13. carmiln
  4. oak                   9. haon                  14. deringo
  5. yew                   10. maoral         

>CUSTOMIZE (vial of paint)
This item is available in the following colors or finishes:

  1. bright golden         9. charcoal grey         17. dull black
  2. fiery orange          10. icy blue             18. inky black
  3. bright yellow         11. midnight blue        19. forest green
  4. dark russet           12. dusky blue           20. hunter green
  5. dark brown            13. silvery white        21. dark green
  6. silvery grey          14. bone white           22. blood red
  7. twilight grey         15. pure white           23. glossy red
  8. storm grey            16. glossy black         24. dull red

This item is available in the following materials or features:

None.

Galnuir

Blue eyes twinkle from beneath shaggy white brows as Galnuir pretends not to notice your inspection.  His long white hair pulled back with a leather thong, the old sylvan is dressed in the greens and browns of the forests.

Galnuir surveys the contents of his shop with pride and exclaims, "Indeed, no finer weapons were ever made."

The old sylvan bowyer deftly strings a bow and pulls it back to test the draw. Gently releasing the tension, he nods to himself.

Frowning slightly, Galnuir counts a nearby stack of crossbolts.

Stooping slightly, Galnuir retrieves a few quivers from beneath the counter and places them on a nearby rack.

Galnuir carefully counts out a bundle of arrows, ties them together with cord, and sets them aside.

Gesturing at an arrow in his hands, Galnuir explains, "These arrows have the finest fletching as can be done!"

Galnuir smiles proudly and says, "No finer bows to be had in all the Baronies."