Everyone splits up for the trip across town to speak with the cobbler, save for Alhadrial and Darius who walk together.
By the time everyone has gathered at the modest Clandon home, the sun is within an hour of setting. A cold wind has kicked up and the slate gray sky is beginning to spit snow. The house is small, made of the limestone typical of most structures in the north and has a thatched roof. It looks fairly well kept, although the firewood stacked outside is tumbled into an unruly pile and half-dead weeds grow in the yard and along the sides of the house. The house looks to be a combination of private residence and small shop. A sign with a simple picture of a cobbler's hammer and shoe hangs next to the front door.
The front door is closed but not locked. Opening it, the room immediately behind is definitely a small shop. There is a rough wooden counter, behind which is a closed door. There are a couple of shelves with supplies stored in the room but it is obvious that the actual work is done somewhere else in the house. Calling out to see if someone is around is met with silence. Opening the door behind the counter, which is also unlocked, reveals a combination living area and workroom. There is a table with several cobbler's instruments and supplies on it, but no shoes. A wooden chair sits next to the table. Beyond the work area, a small living area can be seen. There is a fireplace, which is currently unlit. It is cold in the room, and each breath produces a cloud of mist. Next to the fire place is a rocking chair. Sitting in it is a man, obviously of Dornish descent. He appears to be in his early thirties. His black hair is unkempt, hanging around his face in a tangled mess. He is unshaven and doesn't appear to have bathed in a couple of weeks. He stares vacantly at the empty fireplace.
