This smithy is known as Durn Blacksmith to some folk because that is what the sign over the door says. Durn loves to make swords of large size and his parlor trick to impress haughty visitors is to casually snatch down a two-handed sword from the rafters and with a single backhand swing, not looking at his target, behead a solid oak post as large around as the great helm perched on it! Durn does not want to become every Sembian's pet swordmaker, however, so he requires both huge fees in advance (up to ten times the normal price of a blade) and notice of a month before beginning work on a commission. He discourages thieves by pointing out his guardian sword: a naked, floating long sword that appears and disappears silently and at random here and there around the smithy. Durn warns that it hunts down and slays all who take things from his smithy without paying for them in full. The truth is that the sword is a harmless apparition, the result of a wizard's miscast curse against Durn. The curse was upon him during his mercenary days for his part in the pillaging of a mage's tower. The sword never manifests far from him and has no solid existence, but more than one of the smith's lady friends over the years has been terrified by its sudden appearance during more intimate moments and complained of feeling a chill as it floated through her! Durn must be wealthy, but shows no sign of having a great deal of money. He employs only a few apprentices and lives simply, enjoying the company of ladies awed by his mighty size and strength.