Pelt Trader

It's bitterly cold, but you notice a pile of interesting new items in the Pelt Trader's sack, including some shiny axe blades and new-looking armor. He seems busy, counting copper coins feverishly. He looks up at you with a serious, sullen expression. Pelt Trader: "Look, I'm in a hurry. I don't have time for ordinary rabbit pelts today. I need something very specific before the big blizzard hits." He leans in slightly, his voice lowering. Pelt Trader: "I need the Fang of an Old Wolf—you know, the big, mean one. The one who leads the pack. I'll trade a Steel Axe for it. Do you have it now, or did you come to ask for another small favor? Time is short."