Upon entering the trading hall of the forge, Valdemar was "lucky" not to encounter anyone – he was greeted by uninspiring display cases with a diverse, but unnaturally small, selection of combat equipment.
Indeed. If a spear turns out to be bad, should it be named "sausage"? Hmm. After forming an impression of the arsenal, Valdemar was about to visit the astrologers, but a sign for "Snow White's" caught his eye, and combined with his empty stomach, proved to be an irresistible obstacle, and he had to stop for lunch.