Village
Mysterious
Modest prices
The Clockwork Goose
the inn beneath the crooked bell
A low bell clangs as you duck under the warped lintel; the inn opens into a long, low common room lit by lanterns in metal cages that throw angular shadows across the beams. The air is a warm onion-and-rosemary stew smell threaded with oil and metal, and somewhere behind the bar a small machine ticks like a second heart. Conversation hovers at a cautious volume; patrons glance at one another with the sort of curiosity reserved for strangers who might know more than they should. Shelves of oddities — a boxed spyglass with a chipped lens, a notebook stuffed with pressed herbs, a row of labeled keys — line a back wall, and a narrow stairwell marked with a faded painted goose leads to rooms above.
A brass-and-iron relief of a plump goose with a tiny cogwork neck — the brass is dull, the iron rivets are slightly rusted; a faint scratch along the rim looks almost like a letter but is mostly worn away.
Bram Hallow
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
The Gearbloom
5 spA warm mix of cider, honey, and a sliver of pressed chamomile that seems to calm the nerves and sharpen attention for an hour (grants advantage on Perception checks once within the hour, but causes a faint ringing in the ears afterwards).
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Greta Needle · barmaid
Dry-witted, always wiping a glass with the same rag and able to slip a folded note to a table without anyone else noticing.
Old Merek · cook
A retired sailor with an eye for pepper and a steady hand; he seasons stories as much as stews.
Corin Mirekeeper
A swamp-worn ranger who asks questions about old stones and sometimes pays in swamp trinkets; he wants to find the lantern that lit his father's boat, the Lantern of Kest.
Sibyl Grover
A pale herbalist who trades poultices for gossip and keeps a ledger of who drinks and who doesn't; she is hunting a fungus that grows only in the shadow of the Withered Spire.
1
The Withered Spire — a ruined tower two days' walk north where lantern-light dances in windows that have been broken for decades; farmers swear the crops near it wither overnight.
2
The Lantern of Kest — an old brass lantern said to burn without fuel; Corin Mirekeeper believes its final keeper hid it beneath a mossy bridge in Blackfen.
3
A trader named Yohan Kest purchased a strange cog from Bram's father years ago and disappeared the same week; his last known stop was the market at Eastglen.
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