Pawnbroker Hortemeyer

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Appearance

An old dwarf, hunched over and wizened, hobbles slowly around the store while supporting himself with a stout wooden cane.  His long, white beard drags on the floor, and his white hair cascades down his back, yet there is life in the dwarf's blue eyes as he excitedly picks up something or other and expounds on how he came to own that particular piece.

Ambients

Hortemeyer moves over to the unrecognizable contraption.  He says, "I once knew how to make this thing go."  He prods at it a bit and then gives up.

A dwarven assistant scampers up one of the rickety ladders and places a set of rusty plate armor on one of the higher shelves.

Hortemeyer shuffles about the shop, waving his cane at the dwarven assistants and berating them for their slowness.

Hortemeyer spots a dwarven child reaching toward a toy on one of the lower shelves.  With an unusual display of swiftness for one so old, he whips his cane around and strikes a swift blow on the child's extended hand.  The child retracts the hand with a yelp, licking his bruise and whimpering pitifully.  "NO touching," Hortemeyer says, firmly.

Hortemeyer waves his cane at one of the assistants and bellows, "No!  No!  Not there!  Over there!"  The assistant hustles to comply.

Two of the assistants confer briefly, then giggle before resuming their work.