Following the winding paths up Visenya's Hill, passing one smithy after another along the way, Ian and his men climbed higher and higher.
At last, they stopped before a massive building of timber and plaster, tall enough to overlook the narrow lanes below.
The building's double doors were made of ebony and Weirwood, carved with a hunting scene. On either side of the entrance stood stone knights clad in wildly fanciful Red Steel Armor, one shaped like a Griffin and the other like a unicorn.
Ian left one man outside to watch the horses, then led the rest through the doors.
A slight maid stood in the hall. She hurried over to Ian at first, but when she saw no familiar crest on him or his companions, the eagerness in her eyes swiftly vanished.
"Good day, gentlemen. What can I do for you?" the maid still asked warmly, though her words no longer carried any flattery or respect.
Ian understood perfectly. He was not wearing the Lannister Crested Sword, and he had changed into the fine robes he had bought at the start. This outfit, worth only two Gold Dragons, might have seemed extravagantly luxurious to mercenaries, but it was clearly not quite high-class enough for this smithy.
After all, what Tobbe Mott made was not merely armor, but works of art.
According to popular rumor, the Knight of Flowers Loras Tyrell's ornate white plate armor and Renly Baratheon's green armor and golden Antler Helm had both come from this master craftsman's hands. Beyond that, every noble in King's Landing with an eye for quality was a regular customer here.
"Is Master Mott in?" Ian asked directly. He ran his hand over several finished suits of armor displayed in the hall. Without testing equipment, he could not accurately judge their