The old halfling nods knowingly. "From the look of you, Jim'd guess you were a student of the arcane, is that right miss? Maybe we could work out a deal. Can you scribe scrolls or brew potions? If you're willing to make a few items for me, maybe we could have an exchange. Or if you've got anything for trade, that'd work too."
To Dorian, he directs to another corner of the store, where a halfling-sized practice dummy awaits. The weapon is light in his hands, and his testing blows seem to land with more force than he puts into the thrust.
Forge moved forward with uncharacteristic quietness, and handed a note to the shopkeeper, who took it and read it an inch from his face. "Hmmm, Jim's got just what you're looking for, young man." He moved to the back to rummage around for a few moments, giving the companions a few moments to talk.