Krabbellor Silversmiths
Krabbellor Silversmiths is placed within a stone building with one wattle-and-daub upper story, one that survived the fires of 1358 but has been soot-stained ever since. This little first floor shop, fronting off Weeping Maiden's Run, is less than perfectly maintained, its windows cracked and dirty and its floors almost always unswept and dusty. Nevertheless, the wares in the window showcase draw many into this otherwise unremarkable shop. The showcase and three tall floor-to-ceiling sets of shelves are filled with incredibly fine silverwork (dwarves notice immediately that these were worked by a dwarf). Nearly anything made of silver can be found here, from silverware to tea sets, daggers to trophies, or even daring headresses and bustiers of silver mail! Each item within the shop is a display piece and purchases are made to order; people say that Krabbellor is slower in his work than his immediate competitor (Ilmar Gaukul, over on Fishwife Alley), but his craftsmanship and versatility make it worth the wait. Depending on the size of the order and the workload, it takes anywhere from two days to thirty for Krabbellor and Erik to finish an order and deliver it.
While most naturally assume Krabbellor was a former adventurer, he bristles at such suggestions: "Me brother died on some fool quest seeking gold and fame; there's precious few dwarves enough, and I'd always been more fond of my life and my silver." His left hand is coated with iron (an accident from early childhood); since then, Krabbellor had his hand and its metal magically reshaped and reforged into the shape of a hammer to give it some use, thus giving him the nickname of "Hammerhand." He is gruff and dour, a typical dwarf in all appearances with a very conservative and cautious outlook. Hammerhand's specialty item is creating his unique carved silver goblets, of which he boasts that no set is like any other; in the past, he has created goblets with bases of fires with the smoke becoming the goblet, or giants in the base holding up cornucopias (a set carved for Piergeiron was made in the likeness of Waterdeep's Lords, drink being held within their helms). His apprentice, Erik, is a bright, cheerful lad who laughs at many of Hammerhand's threats as overworrying, though he does heed them. He is one of the few who can get a smile out of Hammerhand, having been raised by him for the past six years. Erik's specialty is silver-plating weapons.
The only other remarkable item of note about the shop is its ghost. More an image from the past than an actual ghostly spirit, the apparation is that of a young boy carrying a long-poled lantern. His clothes and lantern mark him as one of the Chandlers' and Lamplighters' Guild of a century agone. He enters the shop through the center of the east wall and, looking behind him every few seconds, walks hurriedly through all objects and exits through the forge and the west wall. The boy seems very frightened of someone behind him; of note, the boys steps make no sound but he is swiftly pursued by heavy bootsteps and the tapping of a cane only a few seconds behind him. This visitation occurs each year on the last night of Kythorn.
