Browsing the local shops you stumble across this lovely artifact nestled between various odds and ends.
The shopkeeper looks up from his wares. "Yes, very uncomon that. Will look finer on someone's hips than on my shelf." He checks a scroll.
The seller has indicated a preference for darkened steel tridents. He attaches a lesser value to fine partisans. Feel free to leave your correspondence here.
As you depart you notice a war maul, in fair condition, by the door. "That must go too."