Subject The Merchants Guild

The man whistles and a young apprentice comes out of the back. "Sharpening while you wait is a copper per knife." The man takes another look at the daggers as he hands them over and stops. "Hey, this one is cold iron. That's gonna cost a silver." Mund nods and hands over the coins. The man hands the knives to the young man saying "Will, go and sharpen these for the gent. Be careful with this one, you will need the stone on the left of the table." The smith turns back to the party and they see the apprentice make a face at the smith and then head through the door to the back of the shop.

While waiting Mund asks "We are new in town and were wondering where the merchant guild is?" A strange look enters the eye of the smith. "Who wants to know about the merchant's guild? You came to the right man, for Bilby knows all about the Merchant guild. Those foul, money grubbing elves that rule the world by controlling markets and prices. For over a thousand years those no good, copper pinching.." . For the next twenty minutes the smith continues to ramble about some eon's long, continent spanning conspiracy between the elves and dwarves to control commerce in the world. According to him every major historical incedent was caused by this guild, including many that the party has heard of and are sure that no guild had any part in.

The man is still talking when Will comes out from the back. He throws the party members a disgusted look when he hears what Bilby is talking about.