Port
Cosy
Modest prices
The Lantern of Lowtide
the keeper's tavern at the end of the harbour wall
You push open a low door set into the last stone of the harbour wall and the air folds into warmth and salt-scented stew. Low lamps and the green wash from the hanging lantern make the room feel like the inside of a pocket boat; benches and mismatched chairs cluster around a long, polished oak table scarred with rope burns and knife marks. The sound is soft—cups clinking, a woman humming an old shanty, the occasional laugh—while beyond the narrow windows you can see the black strip of sea and the steady wink of the light on the distant headland. Netting, brass trinkets, and an old sextant hang behind the bar; behind them, a small shelf of local maps, a battered logbook, and a single carefully wrapped parcel seem to be kept out of casual reach.
A weathered iron ring holding a square lantern of green glass; the metal is salt-pitted but the glass is intact and faintly cloudy, no words, just a small painted curl of a wave at one corner
Bram Hollen
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Lowtide Lantern
5 spA hot mix of spiced ale, lemon peel and a splash of strong tea served in a pewter mug; drinking it warms you from the soles up and grants advantage on Perception checks involving sounds for 10 minutes as your ears clear to the rhythm of the water.
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Marta Quick · barmaid
A nimble half-elf who remembers every sailor's preferred stew and can slip a message into a captain's coat without them noticing.
Old Paw · cook
A squat gnome with a perpetual beard of flour who brags about his time stoking the original lighthouse fire and makes a mean salt-cod pie.
Captain Merek Gull
A gruff, scarred mariner who claims his ship Nightjar sank near the wall and comes to the Lantern seeking something he lost in the wreck.
Sib the Moorer
A taciturn woman who tends the harbour's moorings by day and spends evenings tracing names in Bram's logbook; she wants to know which smugglers use the wall at low tide.
Tallis Reed
A nervous mapmaker always sketching the shoreline; he wants to chart the spot where the Hollow Bell rings.
1
The Eastwatch Lighthouse keeper claims the Stormglass Lens was stolen three winters ago; he says whoever took it knew the exact angle of the old light.
2
Captain Merek insists the wreck of the Nightjar carries a crate stamped with the merchant sigil of Varin Traders and that something in that crate glows when the surf is black.
3
Moorers swear the Hollow Bell—a submerged iron bell nailed to a rock near the wall—rings at the lowest tide and calls one name in all the harbour: 'Maren'.
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