Port
Seedy
Poor prices
The Crooked Mast
where every whisper costs a coin
Low lanterns sputter in the oily air and the floor slumps toward the door as if the whole room remembers the tide. The smell is a brine-and-rag mixture: spilled ale, tar, old rope and the faint metallic tang of recent theft. Conversation is a low hum of hoarse voices and clipped gossip; men and women in weathered coats trade folded trinkets and folded notes at the bar, eyes darting to the side door that leads to the quay. Chains creak above a line of hammocks in the back; a battered chest under the counter has as much attention as the mounted whale-bone that props up a crooked shelf of bottles.
A salt-blackened wooden mast bent into a hook, with a rotting pennant stitched to it; the paint is flaked away but the hook shape is unmistakable
Merek Vossan
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Dockside Whisper
4 cpA bitter shot of burnt rum and salted citrus; it loosens tongues and makes people tell one secret they meant to keep (mechanically, grants advantage on a single Deception or Persuasion check when offered as a bribe).
Poor (5e lifestyle: about 2 sp a day)
Talli Rook · barmaid
Fleet-footed and sharp-tongued, she can slip a note into a coat or a coin into a palm without missing a tray.
Harg the Mender · stablehand
A hulking man with sea-scarred hands who repairs rigging and straightens necks when brawls spill to the alley.
Nerix · bouncer
A compact half-orc who prefers threats in two words and a practiced hold if talk fails.
Old Mirek
A retired smuggler who nurses bad knees and a ledger of his own — he wants one last job to settle a score with Captain Bloodeye.
Sable Finn
A sharp-eyed pickpocket who trades secrets for lodging; she wants the Widow's Ledger's location to sell to a rival crew.
Lan the Cutwater
A wet-nosed pilot who knows Larrin Reef's safe channels and occasionally needs discreet muscle for risky runs.
1
The harbormaster Surt has been taking half the cut from Captain Bloodeye's nightly lifts; a ledger might prove the bribes.
2
A sealed crate marked with a blue anchor was unloaded at Pier Seven and then walked into the warehouse of the Ashen Seahag—something valuable is hidden inside.
3
Lan the Cutwater says a reef chart with safe passages to the storm-swept Larrin Reef is for sale; whoever controls that chart can slip entire fleets unseen.
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