City
Seedy
Poor prices
Three-Finger Ledger
the ledger on a crooked street corner
A narrow, low-ceilinged room whose windows are perpetually half-shuttered; the air smells of damp cloak leather, overbrewed ale and fried onion oil. Lanterns gutter against the walls, throwing the long faces of patrons into hard shadow while a single ceiling fan of mismatched wooden slats limps along above. Voices are kept low but urgent; dice clatter on the scuffed boards and someone always has a finger tracing the ledger on the main table. Behind the bar, a line of peg-nots and bell jars holds pickled things and impossible-looking herbs, and the short hallway off to the side mutters of cots and the occasional muffled argument.
A battered iron ledger clasp dangling from a rusted ring, one page permanently stained with ink and a thumbprint; the clasp squeaks when the wind moves it, no lettering, just the clasp and the stained page
Mekru Ironhand
half-orc
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Ledger's Burn
4 cpA hot, peppered shot of house spirits mixed with lemon peel and a drop of smoky syrup; it numbs the tongue and steels the nerve — advantage on one Intimidation check in the next hour when consumed, but grants -1 to Stealth for the next hour from the scent.
Poor (5e lifestyle: about 2 sp a day)
Ibb the Porridge · cook
A squat human who burns everything to the same smoky perfection and insists his gruel will 'put teeth back in your head.'
Nim · barmaid
A quick-fingered halfling who smiles like she remembers everyone's debts and forgets to return change on purpose.
Grunt · bouncer
A hulking bugbear on a chain whose growl is the house alarm and who rarely intervenes unless coins are at stake.
Tess of Two Cuts
A one-eyed dockworker who knows the schedules of every night barge and will sell a spot on it for the right bottle.
Old Marrek
A hunched ex-guard who claims to be retired but whispers about a sealed tannery vault and counts days until someone breaks it open.
Fenn Quickfingers
A grinning street-fence who fences small stolen things and is always looking to trade information for a cot and a mark.
1
Old Marrek claims the sealed vault under the East Tannery contains a carved obsidian idol whose gaze can 'bless' a thief's hand — the council clerk Elias Brant signed the original claim paperwork.
2
A smuggler called Night Vane has been paying coin to anyone who can lift a small iron key from the ledgerkeeper's private shelf; the key opens a crate unloaded from the black-hulled barge 'Sable Wisp.'
3
The slum-collector Madame Kovo is hunting down a set of marked playing cards that were stolen in a back-alley job and were last seen traded to Fenn Quickfingers at the Ledger.
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