The dwarf Teldorthan Ironhews is Sparrowfax’s weaponsmith and armorer. He is a garrulous old fellow who spends his time trading stories with his customers with a pipe clenched in his teeth, while his apprentices (two of whom are his sons) do the work. Make no mistake—Teldorthan is a master armorer, and under his supervision his apprentices turn out work of exceptional quality.
Teldorthan has in stock (or can soon manufacture) just about any mundane weapon or armor, although he advises beginners to try a hammer: “If you can drive a nail, you can kill an orc! You can drive a nail, can’t you?”
Both Naerumar and Dirina, his neighbours, have offered to pay for Teldorthan to relocate out of Lowtown to somewhere less crowded but the stubborn dwarf refuses to move on the grounds that he was there first.