Underground
Festive
Modest prices
The Founders' Stoup
the alehouse at the mine's end
You push past a corrugated stone lintel and down three steps into a vaulted chamber that smells of hot grain, tallow, and wet stone. Strings of lanterns—paper replaced by mica thin as a coin—swing overhead, casting dancers of light over long trestle tables crowded with miners in patched leather, families, and a few traveling merchants. Laughter bumps against the low ceiling; a hammered drum and a squeezebox keep a steady, foot-stomping reel. Kegs are rolled along channels in the floor, and the bar is a slab of native granite streaked with iron ore and carved with initials from generations of Founders' Day revelers. Behind the bar, an altar of sorts holds battered portraits of the mine's founders and a short, sealed iron horn displayed beneath glass. The crowd presses close when the keeper raises a tankard for the traditional founder's toast; strangers are made welcome with a clap on the shoulder and a brass coin to try the house ale. Despite the noise, there's a precise order to the chaos: a miner will fetch your room key if you ask, a barmaid can read ore dust from your sleeves, and the laughter always rises like steam from a furnace.
A heavy iron tankard beaten flat and hung from a rusted chain; the tankard bears a chipped bronze rune of the mine's founding clan, and a smudge of soot forever marks the rim where torches have licked it.
Borin Stonehand
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Founders' Fuse
5 spA stiff spiced ale fortified with a shot of cavebrand and a pinch of mineral salt that warms the chest and blurs the edges of memory for an hour—drinkers feel braver and more nostalgic, gaining advantage on Performance checks involving dwarven songs for 1 hour but suffering a -1 penalty to Perception while the warmth lingers.
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Mira Coalbraid · barmaid
A quick-footed half-elf who knows everyone's tab and which miner owes a favour to whom.
Grunhild the Kettle · cook
A broad-shouldered dwarf who ladles smoked root stew from a cauldron the size of a shield and slams down a bowl with a wink.
Tess Stonerim · bouncer
A retired sledge-rider whose forearms are carved like roots; she moves slow but with absolute intent when trouble starts.
Harrow 'Blackscraper' Denm
A grizzled foreman who wants a clean ledger and a certain blasted seam reopened for a final strike of ore.
Fenna Ornsdot
An elderly singer who remembers the exact words the founders spoke and hums the tune that calls the First Call's horn.
Talik Greymantle
A young scribe buying drinks to earn people's stories—he's secretly copying a map he says leads to a sealed shaft below the third vein.
1
Harrow Denm claims the Red Vein at Shaft Three sings again and a lanternbearer named Old Joric swears the seam hides a crystalline door.
2
Fenna Ornsdot hums that the founders' horn—the First Call—was never meant to summon miners but to wake something beneath the sealed chamber called the Hollow Vault.
3
Talik Greymantle shows a penciled map pointing to 'Iron Gate B', a rusted hatch three levels down that a contractor called Merek Farrow paid to keep closed.
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