Brownworks is a leatherworking shop and store. It is not much to look at from the outside. You know it is a leather shop the moment you open the door. The smell reminds you. It is sweet, it is sour, it is natural, is is acidic. The dim inside is filled with racks, poles with pegs, tables, and more table, and boxes under the tables. On and about these are odd piles and groupings of tack, saddles, hats, vests, boots, belts, whips, bolas, scabbards, slings, quivers, pot holders, gloves, work gloves, crystal holders, and just about anything that can be made out of leather. If you look long enough, you will find what you need. The two daughters of Eshmel are very helpful and can make sense of the seemingly random piles and pegs, cubbyholes, and drawers. They should, they have been doing such for 15 to 18 years.
That which they don’t have in stock, they can make. There is a huge selection of conventional hides in the back, in a variety of colors. They also have some exotic leathers as well. If it is not a leather, they will not have it… so nothing with fur or scales.
Esmel Brownman is the third generation to run the shop. His hair is thinning and his middle is growing a bit round, but he is the spitting image of his father at his age. (His son Ericus, 13, is the spitting image of him at his age). His apron seems to be part of him and had dozens of loops for all his tools. The scent of the shop follows him everywhere, even when he goes down the street for a cup of klah or a few pints.