"Aye, it was a fine place. There were many that passed through here in Armets' prime. Why, at one time, this was afore the war mind, Armet was the very hub 'o the kingdom.
Then the war came and we was shifted from the trafficking of goods to the training of men. Out to the west 'o town there's still the barracks what housed the very first soldiers to fight in the war. Some say their ghosts still haunt the place. But that's just talk. Throughout the war we was a main training ground and places like Georges' was on every block. Not the seedy places but a place where you could go and relax. Have a drink and the attentions of a pretty lass. Was good then, too.
Then the weather began to turn. Came colder and harder the winters did, stripped the land bare. The king moved the training grounds south to warmer lands. Armet lost all her livlihoods with the comin' of the cold.
I don't blame the king though, he done what he thought was right for the men what was protecting us and, even if Armet becomes nothing but a ghost town, she'll always live in my heart and those of what knew her.
Now that's enough 'o that. Ye best be off. Ye don't leave soon, it'll be dark afore ya get there."