Village
Upscale
Wealthy prices
The Stag and Ledger
the old lord's lodge turned country inn
Once the private hunting pavilion of a minor baron, the building keeps the lodge's lofty hall with polished beams, deer mounts arranged like a ritual, and paned windows looking out over manicured gardens and the lane beyond. Inside, beeswax candles burn in brass sconces while a discreet hush follows the rustle of silk and the clink of silver; the air carries browned game and herb butter, with a faint tang of pipe leaf from the far corner. Gentle footfalls, muffled laughter, and the soft bark of a groom outside give the place the hum of a country house rather than a public tavern—guests arrive in riding cloaks, not mud-smeared boots.
A carved oak board hangs over the door: a leaping stag in high relief beside a stylized ledger book; the paint is worn only at the edges and a single brass stud is missing from one corner.
Merrick Halford
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Halford's Ember
5 spA slow-sipped mix of barrel-aged brandy, clove, and a single drop of Torben's secret bitter—it warms the chest and loosens guarded tongues for an hour (advantage on Persuasion checks to recall small favors or debts once; side effect: slight drowsiness afterwards).
Wealthy (5e lifestyle: about 4 gp a day)
Torben · cook
A stout grizzled gnome who seasons venison like an art and scowls at waste; he once cooked for a duke and treats the stove like a throne.
Claudette · barmaid
Elegant and brisk, she serves wine with a practiced smile and remembers every guest's favorite vintage after one visit.
Hawk · stablehand
Silent as a shadow, Hawk tends horses and watches the lane; he speaks rarely but notices everything arriving or leaving the grounds.
Mina Greyleaf
The village's former head gamekeeper, now a guest who insists on scouting the woods each dawn and keeps people supplied with tips on the best hunting tracks.
Lord Garrin Westell
A visiting minor noble who collects rare trophies and is always probing the lodge's story—he wants one of the baron's old curios for his study.
Sibylla Kett
A softly spoken apothecary who buys unusual herbs from guests and keeps an eye out for anything that might fetch a good price at market.
1
The White Thorn: Mina tells of an ancient thornbush deep by Larkwell Hollow that 'bleeds' silver sap at moonrise and draws strange, hungry things; a token from the lodge's crate supposedly wards them.
2
The Baron's Ledger: Lord Garrin claims a hidden ledger kept by the dead baron lists debts owed by a retired hedge-sorcerer in the north copse—who might still come collect in coin or curse.
3
The Hollow Horn: Sibylla has heard traders whisper of a carved horn lost on the moor that can call a guardian stag; it was last seen in the Westell hunting party's convoy two winters ago.
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