Wilderness
Seedy
Poor prices
Three-Sip Still
the hermit's hole beneath the red rim
The Still sits clinging to the lip of a sun-cracked canyon, a low stone lean-to half-buried by windblown sand and draped in patched canvas. Inside the air is thick with the sour tang of corn mash and campfire smoke, dim lanterns guttering on nails set into rock; every surface is sticky with spilled spirits. Conversation is low and guarded — boots scrape, a knife is slid across a table like a coin, and an occasional cough turns the talk to maps, bounties, or who blinked first when the Marshal rode through last month. By the back, a black iron pot hisses over a coalsmoke still, and a crooked ladder leads up to a curtained loft where a few cots are rented by the hour.
A warped iron hoop hung by leather thongs; three dented copper cups hang from it like charms. The metal is blackened by smoke; no words, only a crude crescent punched through the center cup.
Milt Cress
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Devil's Glenshine
4 cpA sharp, clear moonshine distilled with a pinch of crushed silverroot that bites the tongue and makes secrets feel smaller; one cup eases fear and greases the tongue, granting advantage on Persuasion checks to charm small-time criminals for the next hour, though it awakens a restless dream if drunk before sleep.
Poor (5e lifestyle: about 2 sp a day)
Grissa · barmaid
A wiry half-elf who moves like she knows where every outlaw in the canyon sleeps and sells the still's tastiest moonshine for conversation instead of coin.
Old Jun · stablehand
A mute man with a thick beard who tends the animals and slides a cot-key under the curtain when he judges a guest trustworthy.
Rafe · bouncer
A scarred miner who settles disputes with a flat palm and a slower memory for names he doesn't like.
Marek Hollow
An outlaw lieutenant who pays well for discreet lodging and is said to stow away stolen trinkets in the Red Fang Cavern.
Tilda Venn
A traveling peddler who traffics in curios and pillboxes of powdered silverroot she claims cure fever — and who will buy a bed for a secret price.
Bren Dock
A map-obsessed prospector who knows the canyon's hidden gullies and is always looking for a partner to chase a marked X.
1
Marek Hollow is hiding a stolen iron-bound chest deep in Red Fang Cavern; the cavern's entrance is marked by a tooth-shaped boulder.
2
An old alchemist named 'Kest' left buried notes about a plant called silverroot that can be used to refine moonshine into a powerful truth-sap; Tilda Venn claims to have a jar of powdered silverroot.
3
A deputy named Hollis Dray once tracked a still to the canyon but vanished; a faded badge and a ransom letter were found near a dry wash.
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