Cale comes to learn about famous smiths and weapons.
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A heavy-set man walks into the library. He sits by the table, exhausted. The tomes still look unfamiliar to him, but occasionally he reads a name, or a sentence. He searches for the same librarian who helped him last time. Finding him, he lowers his voice, asking quietly.
"I search for knowledge on famous weapons, or those who have forged them. I would know if any such smiths, men or women exist within Cormyr. I also look for histories on those weapons, and the men who have carried them before."
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_"Well, I hear the dwarves of Thunderholme were mighty smiths, even if these days they're reduced to working with second-rate equipment and catering to people after quantity rather than quality out of their hame in Old Town. I'm sure I read somewhere that they forged an actual Thunderhammer for the royal line of Thunderhammer, whose blow was said to bring with it the force of a hundred year storm in one instant. Still, the weapon is lost, as is the King's corpse. Perhaps some duergar pilfered it, they were known to be raiding the ruins of Thunderholme just hours after it was attacked by the Sibilant Shade.
"Maybe if you could help the dwarves in Arabel gain more of a say in the City Council, perhaps find an adventuring dwarf and convince him to represent them on there, it may start you along the path of earning their favour. Dwarves are known to gift fine crafts to their allies, and among their kin there is no greater gesture.
But I'm a Librarian and not a wise man handing out quests."_
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Cale lowers his head.
"I beg your forgiveness then librarian. The things you told me on the giants resulted in a grand journey into the Eye of the Primordial. I had taken you for a man of wisdom, seeing as you know letters and I do not. I think I shall be here more then I was before. I have treated you as I would a lore keeper, or a shaman, and I hope this has been no dishonor. However, my 'manners' are lacking, as I never thought to ask you your name. May I have it?"