**At the outskirts of the Flint District, where the Eilien River surges into the city from the mountain wilderness, sits the Stonepelt Outfitters, the last word in supplies and trade goods. While the city itself is safe and secure now, it still doesn't take many steps outside before the Alogeans turn dark and dangerous again. And that's when you'll be glad you went to Stonepelt's.
Run by a Jorin Stonepelt, a craggy Sentinel who's family has been out of the garr-skinning business for a few generations now, the store is stuffed with everything a would-be survivalist could need. There's rope, lanterns, tent canvas, and even every possible way of preparing rouse meat for long-term travel known to the Eastern World. And if living entirely off the dried meat of a massive rat isn't your idea of a good time, then the Sentinel's Guild has a message for you. Toughen up, son.**