Village
Rowdy
Modest prices
The Iron Lobster Knot
the harbor hearth where nets meet anvils
Low beams blackened with smoke and salt, benches scarred by rope burns, and a stove that smells of clove and seared fish greet you. The room is loud: fishermen swap exaggerated tides, a brawler sings off-key sea shanties, and children dart between legs for spare crusts. Light slants in through round, porthole-style windows, picking out gleaming tankards and a mural of a hammered lobster on the back wall. Near the bar, a rack of drying nets and a small anvil by a curtained doorway remind you that this is as much a smithy and gear-stop as it is a tavern.
A rust-streaked iron silhouette of a lobster bound in a thick sailor's knot, hung from a salt-crusted chain; the metal rings softly when wind or voices hit it, and someone—long ago—hammered a tiny rune into the claw.
Bromund Kegbeard
Dwarf
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Knotbreaker
5 spA bracing mix of dark rum, lemon peel, and a secret bitter made from kelp ash; it warms the bones and loosens tongues—drinkers gain advantage on Persuasion checks to recall or tell sea-stories for the next hour, but suffer disadvantage on Stealth checks for 10 minutes from the loud hiccup it provokes.
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Mollen Two-Toes · barmaid
Fast with a mug and faster with gossip; she knows which crew is sober and which are lying.
Rurik Ironhand · cook
A broad-shouldered ex-sailor who seasons everything with a pinch of smoked kelp and a remembered cursed tide story.
Lysa Hookwell
A hard-eyed netmender who wants divers for a midnight salvage at the Black Keel and judges character by the smell of salt on your coat.
Old Brant the Bell
Retired harbor-master who keeps a ledger of lost cargoes and likes trading tips for warm stew and a soft ear.
Tib the Short
A lively gambler with quick hands who thinks he can beat any local at dice and is forever owing— or being owed—strange favors.
1
Lysa Hookwell swears the Black Keel wreck east of Gull's Point holds a brass bell stamped with the Crest of Tarrow; she wants divers at low tide and will share the bell for the right cut.
2
Old Brant mentions a string of missing cargo manifests and says a new crew captain named Mirek Stone has been bribing harbor clerks to hide ship routes near Crow's Buoy.
3
Tib the Short boasts a dice game run from a lopped mast off the village pier where winners get a map fragment leading to a sealed sea-cave under Beacon Rock.
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