Port
Seedy
Poor prices
The Iron Sternpost
where wet boots meet bad bargains
Salt, tar and old pipe smoke hang thick in the low-ceilinged room. Lanterns burn orange and gutter against planks blackened by spilled grog; the din is a mix of barked deals, bawdy sea shanties and the scrape of boots on rope-stained floorboards. Tables are scarred, one still bearing a fresh gash from a knife fight; a hammock strung in the corner rocks with a sleeping man who dreams by the light of a single swinging lamp. Merchants argue coins with cutters at the bar while a knot of rough-handed sailors trade maps and gossip, eyes flicking to the door every time wet coats creak into the doorway.
A battered iron silhouette of a ship's sternpost, streaked with salt and a faded band of red paint; one rusted nail holds it crooked over the door.
Marta 'Blackhook' Bren
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Blackhook's Bitter
4 cpA strong spike of dark rum sweetened with a pinch of barrel-char and a sliver of citrus; it warms liver and courage, making sailors bolder for an hour — disadvantage on subtle persuasion but advantage on getting other drunk patrons to back a fight.
Poor (5e lifestyle: about 2 sp a day)
Guff · barmaid
A broad-shouldered halfling with oil-slick hair who balances three mugs and two secrets at once.
Hector 'Knots' Mire · stablehand
A scarred ex-longshoreman who minds the boat moorings and will rough a patron out to sea if the coin is right.
Old Bastian
An ex-privateer with one wooden eye who trades navigational lore for rum and mutters about a reef that 'eats' ships.
Sia Brine
A merchant ship's quartermaster who quietly buys forged manifests and pays Marta for safe passage lists.
Patch the Piper
A one-armed fiddler who slips coded tunes to any who pay and keeps an ear out for a named brig called the Widow's Lash.
1
Old Bastian swears a half-burned chart in his chest points to the Glass Reef — a shoal where a merchantman, the Amber Wren, sank with a chest of stamped coins and a brass idol.
2
Sia Brine was seen slipping a sealed note to a crewman named Toren on the Widow's Lash; the note mentions a midnight transfer at Pier Seven.
3
Patch the Piper hums a tune that hints a drowned lighthouse keeper, Merek Hallow, kept a ledger of bribes that bound Harbormaster Torin Vale to smugglers.
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