Port
Mysterious
Modest prices
The Clockwork Kettle
where brass whistles out the tide
Steam and salt weigh the air; the interior is dim except for lanterns hung from lengths of chain and a ring of polished brass mirrors that throw bright, darting reflections. The bar is a raised counter of dark wood inset with brass plates and a tangled nest of pipes that sigh and hiss between pours. Patrons lean over steaming mugs, speaking in low, quick bursts; a fiddler plays something oddly mechanical, tapping time against the bar with a wrench. When you step through the door the smell of marine iodine, strong tea, and a frying fishcake hits you all at once, and metal ticks underfoot like a second heartbeat.
A battered iron teapot with a small brass cog welded to its spout; the paint is flaking, the hinge squeaks when the wind moves it, no words, only the teapot silhouette
Bram Undercoil
Gnome
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Clockwork Toddy
4 cpA steaming mix of black tea, spiced rum, and a sliver of caramelized orange; after a sip your hands steady and your mind sharpens for one hour (advantage on Perception checks that involve sight or hearing once).
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Mori Flint · barmaid
Quick with a mug and quicker with gossip, she files notes in the margins of her ledger for Bram.
Old Hen · cook
A squat woman with iron-gray hair who scolds the sea and boils a mean fish stew in a dented pot.
Rook · bouncer
A scarred ex-deckhand who checks belts and tempers with a barked question and a palm on the doorframe.
Miri Quickhand
A human courier who slips sealed tea canisters under tables; wants to find who in the port is running coded deliveries for the Silver Rat ring.
Captain Harker
A soggy, muttering mariner nursing a single mug; he claims his small cutter was taken by a bell that sang from the drowned lighthouse five years ago and wants it found.
Tess of the Mirrors
A mirror-polisher who reads tide patterns in brass reflections; she scouts anyone who asks about strange machinery and watches Bram closely.
1
Captain Harker swears his cutter's compass now points to the drowned Bell of Narren—a lighthouse that rings beneath the surface; he wants divers and a salvage crew to retrieve what it guards.
2
A smuggling ring called the Silver Rat uses sealed tea canisters delivered through the Clockwork Kettle; Miri Quickhand claims the canisters contain brass tokens used to open a hidden vault under the Old Breakwater.
3
Tess of the Mirrors insists a disgraced shipwright named Verran built a tide-engine that can steer currents; fragments of that engine were auctioned off in secret—one piece showed up in Bram's cellar last month.
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