Frontier
Festive
Modest prices
The Jubilee Pick
the saloon where the first silver sleeps
Lanterns strung from rafter to rafter throw warm circles of light over a floor scuffed by boots and pickaxes. Laughter, stomping feet and a brass band in the corner compete with the metallic clink of coin and the occasional cheer as someone buys a round for a new claim. The air smells of spiced stew, smoke, wet wool and the thin metallic trace of silver that seems to cling to everyone's hands. Miners swap tall tales at long tables while a makeshift stage hosts a fiddler and a storyteller — everyone keen to celebrate the strike that turned a dusty outpost into a boomtown overnight.
A battered iron pick crossed with a silver ingot, painted on a wooden board; soot-streaked, the paint chipped but the ingot still gleams in a hint of silver leaf
Bram Ironwright
Dwarf
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Mother Lode Toddy
5 spA hot blend of whiskey, orange rind and a pinch of crushed silver-scented herb — one sip warms the hands and sharpens the eyes; miners claim it steadies a nervous hand for ten minutes.
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Tamsin Rook · barmaid
Fast with a tray, faster with gossip; she knows who bought which claim and who slept in whose tent last night.
Gahr the Oven · cook
A squat, soot-faced halfling who keeps the stew pot boiling and uses a miner's compass as a spoon.
Kelda Broadshield · bouncer
A retired mercenary who sizes up trouble in a slow, careful stare and prefers her fists to lawbooks.
Old Nett
A gaunt prospector who claims she found the vein and gnaws on a scrap map she swears will lead back to the mother lode.
Fiddle-Marn
A garrulous human fiddler who double-checks every newcomer for a coin or a story to trade for his songs.
Surveyor Iddo Venn
A hammer-and-chain surveyor who catalogs new claims for a distant consortium and quietly looks for discrepancies in Bram's ledgers.
1
Hest Underbrow, a traveling assayer, vanished two nights ago carrying a small iron ledger that reportedly names the richest seams and the owners; his last lodging was at a tent near the lower shaft.
2
The Hollow Vein — the new shaft three miles east — starts to sing at midnight; miners who listen swear the sound points toward an old, sealed tunnel full of vein-rich ore.
3
A claim-buyer named Edran Kettle arrived with a chest of blank deeds and a roster of hired men; he's offering townsfolk 'fast coin' to sell their stakes before an auction next week.
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