Stout hoarbeam cart
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The stout hoarbeam cart is a wandering cart in the Commerce Burrow, around Icemule Trace, that sells armor and weapons, and specializes in unarmed combat handwraps and footwraps, and robes.
The proprietor is a fur-garbed elderly dwarf.
[Commerce Burrow, Dwarven Circle] | Room: 4042308 |
The shouts of traders drift over the slate-shingled rooftops of the shops to the south. Evidently unbothered by the noise, an ancient halfling sits on a bench along the side of the road. He twirls a slender blue wand between his fingers while lecturing to a group of young, attentive pupils. | |
Obvious exits: north, east, southwest |
Inventory
On the hoarbeam cart you see: some white wolf hide handwraps, some white wolf hide footwraps, some polar bear fur handwraps, some polar bear fur footwraps, some leather mithril-studded gloves, some leather mithril-toed boots, some gold-runed tiger skin handwraps, some gold-runed tiger skin footwraps, a fur-trimmed flowing white robe, a black-striped fitted umber vestment, a blue-grey woven twill vestment, a pale silk mithril-buckled vestment and a dark silk and cloth-of-gold vestment.
Inventory
Name | Properties | Price |
---|---|---|
1. some white wolf hide handwraps | +0 | 50 |
2. some white wolf hide footwraps | +0 | 150 |
3. some polar bear fur handwraps | +0 | 50 |
4. some polar bear fur footwraps | +0 | 150 |
5. some leather mithril-studded gloves | +5 | 1500 |
6. some leather mithril-toed boots | +5 | 4000 |
7. some gold-runed tiger skin handwraps | +20 | 15000 |
8. some gold-runed tiger skin footwraps | +20 | 45000 |
9. a fur-trimmed flowing white robe | +0 | 100 |
10. a black-striped fitted umber vestment | +0 | 100 |
11. a blue-grey woven twill vestment | +0 | 100 |
12. a pale silk mithril-buckled vestment | +5 | 2500 |
13. a dark silk and cloth-of-gold vestment | +20 | 32500 |
Ambient Messaging
An elderly dwarf grunts and leans against his hoarbeam cart. An elderly dwarf idly rubs his fur-garbed hands together and grunts impatiently. An elderly dwarf remarks, "Back in the day, they called me Golarg Lightningfist." An elderly dwarf sighs and wanders around to the other side of his hoarbeam cart. The elderly dwarf yells, "Fur and hides made for those as fearsome as their owners were!"