The Hat and Hold

Port

Haunted

Poor prices

The Hat and Hold

the alehouse where drowned men leave their hats

Salt and old tobacco fog the air, and the rafters groan under a forest of dripping hats — tricorne caps, woolen beanies, battered bowler hats and a child's sailor cap, each nailed in place with an old coin. Lanterns gutter low, casting the hats' shadows like a second crowd overhead; every now and then a hat will drip and the sound runs like a murmured warning through the tables. The room smells of brine, beef stew and spilled ale; conversation is low, full of clipped sailors' talk and occasional bobbing laughter that stops when a hat creaks. Walking in, you notice a polished plank behind the bar carved with names and dates, and a single hat on the counter that seems newer than the others.

Over the door

A rotted wooden board carved with a tilted captain's tricorne pierced by a rusty nail; seaweed clings to its edges and a faded, water-streaked pennant hangs below with no words.

The keeper

Mernic Bale

human

Manner

Reserved and watchful, Mernic tends the bar with a sailor's economy: favors and stories are bartered, not given. He is blunt with strangers but oddly protective of his regulars and the hats in his rafters.

Quirk

Mernic straightens a hat on the counter each time someone mentions a ship's name aloud.

Stats

Use the Commoner stat block; carries a dagger (hidden in the till) and a keyring for three cellar trunks.
House special

Wavecap Grog

4 cp

A burning blend of cheap rum and ale with a squeeze of preserved lemon; it steadies the stomach and dulls memory of the cold for an hour (advantage on saves vs. cold and -1 to History checks about details while drunk).

Prices

Poor (5e lifestyle: about 2 sp a day)

The menu
Food
Thick beef-and-barley stew
6 cp
Salted herring on coarse bread
6 cp
Onion-and-porridge cakes
6 cp
Pickled mussels with crust
6 cp
Drink
Sailor's brown ale
4 cp
Rough cider
4 cp
Black-coffee (burnt)
4 cp
Rooms
shared cot in the loft
1 sp
bunk (two to a bedroll)
1 sp
Staff

Gisel Run · barmaid

Gisel darts between tables with a tray, speaking in clipped jokes and knowing where every sailor's tab is owed.

Old Pritch · bouncer

A broad-shouldered ex-deckhand who keeps order with an eye and a single menacing finger-tap on the table.

Regulars

Ned 'Shortline' Brum

A chart-mender who claims the Silver Keel went down with a chest of brassware and will pay to find it.

Tamsin Hogg

A fisherwoman who comes nightly to knead her sore hands and mutters about a lantern that floats off the East Pier at moonrise.

Shale the Quiet

A retired cargo hauler who nails hats to the rafters and listens for the hats that 'still hold a tide.'

Rumours
  1. 1

    Ned Shortline says the wreck of the schooner Silver Keel lies three leagues south of the East Pier and contains a sealed chest with a brass-sheathed journal.

  2. 2

    Tamsin Hogg insists the Beacon of Marn — a stone lantern on the rocky spit — has been relit by unseen hands and now points toward a hidden inlet at low tide.

  3. 3

    A drunken dockhand claims Harbormaster Durric Stane paid a shadowy diver named 'Knuck' to retrieve something from the river last month and then threatened anyone who asked questions.

Look out for
Rafters hung with dozens of drowned men's hats; each hat is labeled with a name or a bit of rope and sometimes a coin.A carved plank behind the bar bears scratched ship names and dates — one name, 'Silver Keel', is fresh and circled with a nail mark.

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