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The huge dwarven witchunter eyes you with disgust, and hollers:

 "Welcome to me shop, ye puny, pale, womanly MAGGOT! Although ye nearly make
  me puke in disgust at yer pathetic flabby body, I, being the charitable,
  angelic soul that I am, will not crush yer frail bones into powder! Indeed,
  I would even barter with ye if yer purse be loaded with gold. Every single
  item in me inventory is top quality, none of that worthless crud they peddle
  down the street!"

He pauses for a moment, spittle running down his chin. You wonder if he is
entirely sane, but decide that discretion is the better part of valor.

 "Also," he continues, "I am a skilled craftsman as well as a canny merchant
  and champion bodybuilder. If ye have any strange or exotic materials with
  ye, mayhaps I could be persuaded to fashion them into armour or weapons, if
  they be suitable, and for a goodly commission. And if ye be a 
  Witchunter, I may have something for you."

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