Rastifer's Store
This is a treasure-trove of curios, though also well stocked with basic equipment such as waterskins, packs, rope, lanterns, oil, basic clothing (belts, boots, cloaks, etc.), and the like. The store is protected by sturdy walls, barred windows, and a pair of fine heavy locks on both the front and back doors. A pair of guard hounds generally lurk around the store, and at night they roam freely in the area around the store and Rastifer's own small, decrepit house. Locals know well enough not to approach them too closely; their bark is bad, but their bite isn't feeble either.
Rastifer himself is in his mid 50's, a scarecrow-like figure with a wild mane of gray hair and slightly protuberant eyes. He is nonjudgmental and friendly toward all potential customers, but due to his complete lack of dental hygiene his breath smells as if a small rodent crawled into his mouth while he was snoring one night and died there, so despite his good will negotiating with him is not entirely a pleasant experience.
Rastifer does not sell weapons, but he sells everything needed for river travel and mining, and there is a reasonable chance of almost anything nonmagical being in the store with some slight twist. "Dry rations, sir? Certainly! We have sealed packets of dried goose eggs and tubes of pickled eels-most nutritious!"
The store is also a bizarre place to step into. Hanging from the ceiling one might find clusters of partridge tail feathers, smoked eels, a bagful of the local green-streaked herb cheese, a sinisterlooking collection of heavy meathooks, lengths of leather strapping designed for no obvious purpose, and a heavy wooden sled hanging precariously over the PCs' heads. From time to time, a wagon will bring more oddities to Rastifer, allowing the DM to vary the offerings here.