11 Razor S Edge

The Razor's Edge is most widely known as a good place to get knives, axes and swords sharpened or repaired. While the store started in that line of work, it also sells an increasingly wide range of other weapons and metal tools. The Edge stocks a wide variety of implements of mayhem, from boot knives right up to the odd pole-arm. The store also stocks a limited quantity of exotic weapons from distant ports, kept safely under lock and key in a special back room. The cost of these special weapons is appropriately high, but the rest of the store's merchandise is fairly priced-if only of average (at best) quality. Fleagle sells to anyone who has cash, but at least publicly stays away from direct connections to the copious criminal element of the city.

Most of the stock in the Razor's Edge is either imported from overseas or made by the lower-end craftsmen of Freeport. Those looking for higher quality killing implements had best take their business to the artisans of the Eastern District.

The Razor's Edge has been around for a while. Fleagle bought out the founder recently, using money earned abroad (he has never really explained exactly where), and branched out into selling blades as well as repairing them. He has earned a steady business since then, as there is always a ready market for serviceable weapons and tools in a city as rough as Freeport.

The Razor's Edge occupies an unremarkable building. Because it sits on one of the city's main thoroughfares, it receives a little more attention from the city authorities than most buildings in Scurvytown. Therefore, it is in somewhat better shape than the average structure in the district, and Fleagle, for all his evident insanity, looks after it well too. A large sign showing a bucket filled with several different blades hangs over the door, a gift from a regular customer.

Fleagle keeps a small apartment above the shop, in which he lives alone.

Prominent NPCs
Fleagle: Fleagle himself is a well known figure in Scurvytown, a stooped, wiry man with greasy black hair, and huge beak of a nose and a lazy eye with a tendency to drift distractingly while customers speak with him. His lazy eye leads many to underestimate the man, but Fleagle's good eye is a dead shot, whether with bow, crossbow or firearm. The weapons dealer's shop is left totally unmolested.

Fleagle has some odd views about the political situation in Freeport, and spends a fair amount of his free time standing on street comers ranting at the top of his squeaky voice about the "oppressive hand of the Sea Lord" and his "corrupt cronies". Any talk of politics in his shop quickly elicits a heartfelt harangue about the machinations of the Captains’ Council oppressing the masses, and how "dere's a revlooshan cummin!"

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