Orcs of the Red Blade

Where the elements war
a fisherman has made his home
Some on his table, butchered by his cleaver
How many has he hung, victims of his fishing fever?

By a noisy town, where things are brought from afar
Near a hangmans noose with coffins ajar
A place for the dead, buried in the ground
How many markers can be found?

In a place away from prying eyes, a home for the shady.
What goods can you buy from the only merchant lady?

A place of testing, and honing ones edge.
Under a stretched canvas, beneath a ledge.
Three orcs stay, working their trade
What sits by the northern fire, that they have made?