You enter through an open doorway leading into a sweltering forge.
"Hey there, kid," a gruff voice shouts to you, "you looking for something?" A massive Fire Draken steps forward, wiping his claws off on his apron. "I spend all day making these weapons, about time someone come and take a look at them." He puts on a genuinely warm smile and gestures to a wall, upon which numerous basic weapons hang, all shimmering brilliantly. "Go on, take a look, you're definitely old enough to get yourself a weapon now."