Castle - Room 44

You've entered what appears to be a blacksmith's shop. Rows of armor, shields, swords, and bows line the walls. A tall, muscular, and red-haired man stands by a kiln watching you as if waiting for your arrival.

Well met, lad. If yer lookin' fer a sharp blade or suit of armor that'll last ye, I'm yer man. This magic castle's been great fer business with so many adventurers comin' through. Judgin' from yer choice of leather and short sword, I suggest upgradin' to chainmail and a bastard sword. Yer gonna need more heft in yer blade.

You feel your coin purse and realize it's too light to afford any of this. You decline his offer and browse the merchandise before moving on.