Legends of Caspian: Anvils and Stew

Lorg brought them into one of the towers and then turned off a door with a picture of an anvil and a bowl of stew on it. The door led into a corridor with another door set into the wall at the end. This door was preceded by an opening with no door, where a blacksmith shop had been set up. Bellows, anvil, a large hammer and other tools, a bucket of water, and bins of scrap metal had been set down haphazardly around the shop. Hung on the walls were finely made blades. Their keen edges glittered like gold in the firelight and reflected the beams thrown out by the two torches in the corridor. Caspian then noticed anther open door way at the end of the hall by the door. Again an anvil and stew bowl was painted on it.
"Welcome to anvil and stew!" Lorg said. "I do the anvil part and my wife, Abby, does the stew part." He led Caspian and Luke into the last opening and revealed an assortment of table set up. A man and a woman sat at the far one both with steaming bowls of stew in front of them. Various other men sat drinking around drinking ale and consuming varieties of food and talking amongst themselves. A woman the Lorg introduced as Abby, his wife, was behind the counter stirring a large cauldron of stew. Then he took them to the man and woman sitting at the far end.
"This is David the Blacksmith and Anna the Cook," Lorg said. David rose from the table to shake Caspian's hand. Caspian winced in the powerful grip.
"Good to see ye young feller. Say, yer dress is a mite different then the rest of us," he said not sitting down.
"He... used to work for the palace David," Lorg said quickly as Caspian opened his mouth. Lorg continued, "But now he's going on a little trip to disturb Gelon and the Unmentionables." At this a gasp rose up from the surrounding men.
"E' really plans to attack the Black Fighters," David hissed and whispered at the end. At this the entire tavern descended into silence.
"I will do whatever it takes to free this land," Caspian said narrowing his eyes. Luke had an arrow on his string and was casting wary glances at the men.
"Put your weapon down son," an elderly man with a sword spoke up. "It's just that we don't really mention the Bla- uh, the Unmentionables."
Then David spoke up, "Caspian, me and me sister are at yer service. Who here is with me?" He turned to face the tavern. Deathly silence rested on the tavern.