"As far as I know, the only metal workers here come from Avistan, and I don't see why they would favor bronze over good steel. But Arcadia's a big place, and barely explored this far from the coast." The Captain answers.
Jon reaches down and heaves the hatch aside, revealing a steep stair disappearing into the darkness of the boat's shallow hold. As predicted, a fetid miasma rolls forth, washing over those crowded around with an almost physical impact. One of the rowers who came over to secure the vessel sprints for the rail, spewing his last meal into the river.