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Lattice & Lantern
the inn beneath the old boughs
You step from the paved street into a low-ceilinged parlor scented with baking spice, citrus, and pressed pine needles. Lamps glow in soft pools, their light filtered through hanging strands of woven silver thread; the furniture is low and curved, cushions and throws arranged in concentric nooks. Conversation here is quiet and measured — the hush of old wood and polite laughter — broken by the gentle plink of a small bell when a tray arrives. Despite the city's bustle outside, time feels slower here: a hearth not driven by flame alone but by a faint, steady warmth that makes the joints loose and conversation easier. Shelves hold jars of dried herbs, brittle music rolls, and a rolling map-case; behind the bar run channels of carved wood in a lattice pattern, and an old, framed night-bark — part-embossed map, part-tree — hangs behind the keeper's elbow like a relic.
A finely wrought iron lattice encircling a glass lantern; the paint is dark-green but well cared for, the lantern glass frosted with an embossed leaf pattern. No words are painted on it — a single silver filigree thread is tied around the hook.
Ithran Silvorn
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Lantern's Night
5 spA slow-sipped cordial of pressed moon-fruit, toasted pine sugar and a single drop of elderflower tincture; it soothes the mind and brings a vivid, calming dream for those who sleep after drinking it.
Comfortable (5e lifestyle: about 2 gp a day)
Meren · barmaid
A quick-footed half-elf who remembers everyone's preferred cup, moves like soft water and never raises her voice.
Torin Reed · cook
A compact human with an infectious grin who wakes the oven at dawn and prides himself on a crusty, spice-bright flatbread.
Archivist Juss
An elderly human city archivist who scours old maps and wants to verify the location of the moonlit grove the nightseed came from.
Relm of the Watch
A retired elven scout who sits by the hearth with a sealed leather map-case and watches the street more than he drinks; he fears certain city wards are being altered.
Bram Kiln
A young human bard apprenticed to the house for coin, collecting old elven songs and willing to trade information for a verse.
1
Ruins of the moonlit grove: a ruined grove called Vael'Serun outside the city is said to be ringed by stone pillars that glow under a new moon; Archivist Juss believes the nightseed came from its heart and wants an escort to verify its coordinates.
2
Council alteration: a minor city councilor named Merchen Vossin is quietly petitioning to replace the old elven wardcrests in the district with plaques bearing new seals—Relm suspects the change will allow private contractors access to subterranean vaults beneath the quarter.
3
Missing apprentice: a young herbalist named Lessa who apprenticed with a scholar of strange plants has vanished after borrowing books on 'living relics'; Bram claims Lessa was seen leaving toward the old glassworks and asks brave souls to check the kiln-wards.
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