His eyes glimmered with greed at my words. "Ah, I see you're a man of great means! Allow me to recommend this beauty here." He gestured to a large, blackened anvil positioned prominently in the center of the room. Its surface gleamed with oil, and its edges were suspiciously sharp for a tool that should see daily use.
"This," the merchant declared with a flourish, "is the pinnacle of artisanal craftsmanship. Forged by our finest dwarven smiths. It's a perfect blend of function and beauty. Truly, my lord, only an anvil of this caliber could be worthy of your sky-high ambitions."
