City
Rowdy
Poor prices
Six Pennies Short
the inn where debts are kept on a board
You shove through a swinging door into a low-ceilinged room where voices pile over one another like spilled coins. The air is thick with roasted meat, spilled ale, and the tang of sawdust; a lamp on a central post gives off a jaundiced glow that makes everybody look luckier than they are. Benches scrape and boots thud; a battered ledger hangs behind the bar with a chalk column of names and IOUs. Men and women loudly settle arguments with wagers, slaps, and the occasional singed eyebrow when a brawl tips a lamp. Despite the raucous heat, the barkeep watches everyone with a surgeon's calm, and there's a sense that debts here are kept—by force if necessary.
A chipped iron coin nailed to a crooked plank, painted with six black dots; the board is scorched at one corner and the paint is flaking.
Garrun Thim
human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Thim's Reckoning
5 spA double pour of city ale with a cheek of spiced rum and a scrap of bitter orange; it makes you bolder and blurs the sting of a fresh wound for an hour.
Poor (5e lifestyle: about 2 sp a day)
Mira 'Knuckles' Hode · barmaid
Fast with a mug and faster with an elbow—she breaks up fights for tips and grins while doing it.
Old Varek · cook
A one-eyed man with a soot-streaked apron who swears his stews can cure a hangover or make you forget it.
Corbin Wesk
A scarred ex-watchman who nurses ale and a grudge; he's hunting the ledger that could clear his name.
Brass Jack
A masked knife-fighter who bets high and vanishes into alleys; people whisper he runs a gang on the docks.
Nol the Ledger
A pale, nervous clerk who lives on credit here and knows which names are penciled into Garrun's board.
1
The watch corporal Hesper Krel has been taking regular 'fees' from a dockside gang operating out of the Sunless Slip warehouse.
2
A sealed chest marked with a red braid was dredged from the river near the Old Crane and will be auctioned at moonrise by a fence called Toma Quickfinger.
3
A masked fighter known as Brass Jack keeps a ledger of debts in the cellar of the Dockmaster's Hall that names several city officials and one prominent innkeeper.
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