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A surreal cavern city inhabited by Symenestra where stones glow and streets are reams of silk. Cocoon like structures hang between stalactites and cascade over limestone flows in organic and eerie arabesques. Without a Symenestra willing to escort you, entrance is impossible.
Nestled in the fringes of Kalinor amongst several large stalactites that give the area its name, is a workshop that specializes in making armor and weapons. Though only slightly larger than a common residential building, it would be easy to recognize even if it wasn't beside its namesake stalactites because a fierce orange glow radiates from the many fist sized holes in the around the top of this roughly tear drop shaped building, providing a much needed ventilation for the forge within. As one gets close, often they hear the noises emanating from the structure before they see it, the bang of a hammer echoing from within. Sometimes one may even chance to see smoke billowing out from the structure when a weapon is being crafted, the small forge within hard at work.
The sole door to the structure is fine piece of craftsmanship, the dark oak having been banded by precious iron to reinforce its structure. This appears a just another display of their prowess for the door is nearly always to be found unlocked. When one enters, they find that the door swings open silently on greased hinges and coming within one notices immediately the ornate display at the foot of the stairs, within it held a full set of symenestran armor, accompanied by a symenestran lash.
At least one symenestra is always in the shop to accommodate customers. To purchase armor or weaponry, one simply must place an order, and wait the necessary days it takes to made.
Responsible for supplying much of the hard carapaces that go into making Symenestran armor, Hovanir is found rarely in the shop, mostly spending his time between being out hunting for the giant insects that roam in the caverns below and his own home. Occasionally when he does stick around the shop, its to help Zelimon with the crafting process, or to check on the orders that need to be fulfilled.
Skills: Hunting: 40, Trapping: 34, Shortsword: 40
Zelimon Bryastrum Occupation: Smith Age: 30
While rather outlandish in appearance, anyone whom knows Zelimon for who he is shows he a good degree of deference for his skill at smithing, as well as his reputation as a harvester. Having spent several years upon the surface certainly left him with an odd taste in clothing amongst other things, but the skill and surrogates he brought back from his travels certainly made up for his odd nature. It is rumored that he prefers the surface cities to Kalinor, and that he has a human wife waiting for him on the surface.
