Village
Rowdy
Poor prices
The Anvil and the Albatross
the harbor's hammer and wing
Salt and coal smoke hit you first, then the steady clank of metal on metal and slurred sea-shanties. The interior is low-ceilinged and timber-dark, rafters bolted with iron salvaged from wrecks; lanterns gutter but the hearth always burns hot enough to steam wet coats. Fishermen and deckhands press together on benches, trading bent harpoons, bawdy jokes and the occasional knife-swipe; nets, coils of rope and a pair of sea-stained boots hang from the ceiling near the bar. Behind the counter, a blackened iron-banded door leads to a narrow room where ship-timber and old anchors are stacked like memories.
A weathered plank hangs from a rusted chain: a soot-stained iron anvil beneath the sweeping wings of a ghostly white albatross, the paint flaked and salt-streaked; barnacle growth clings to the lower edge.
Garrick Hallow
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Stormforged Grog
1 spA belly-warming mix of dark rum, blackened ale and a pinch of smoked salt — drink deep and you get a rush of daring; roll advantage on one Athletics check to board a boat or struggle a line within the next hour but suffer disadvantage on Stealth for the next hour.
Poor (5e lifestyle: about 2 sp a day)
Junek · cook
A squat, tattooed man who fries salted cod and kettle-stews of muscle-building broth while shouting the day's gossip to the rafters.
Hellek · barmaid
Quick with a mug and a cheeky remark, she takes bets on who can down the most shots of Garrick's 'port-side bitter'.
Vorr · bouncer
A hulking ex-deckhand with a missing ear who settles disputes with a measured shove and a stare that remembers storms.
Merrin Tidehand
A wiry fisherman who drinks heavily while nursing a bent harpoon and quietly asks after his brother's lost skiff every time a storm rolls in.
Old Griss
A scarred harpooner who swears he once shot an albatross that bled moonlight; he wants someone to help him find the cave where it crashed.
Nella Reed
A sharp-eyed trader who buys salvage and pays in favors; she is hunting a smuggler's ledger that vanished with a wrecked longboat.
1
The fog-haunted brigantine Nightwing keeps circling the mouth of the bay at dawn; Old Griss claims its captain's name is carved on a bell lost in Garrick's bar.
2
A hidden smuggler's ledger with names and cliff-cache coordinates disappeared when a longboat smashed on Bluefane Shoal — Nella Reed will pay handsomely for its retrieval.
3
Merrin Tidehand insists his brother's skiff washed into a sea-cave beneath Grayspine Cliffs; he wants a party to dive the caves before the next gale seals the entrance.
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