The Red Shingle
A squat, two-story structure tucked away in the shadows of the docks. Its namesake roof tiles are chipped and faded to a dull, dusty pink, while the exterior timber is grey and salt-pitted from years of coastal winds. A single red lantern hangs over the door, its glass cracked and soot-stained.
The Red Shingle
The air inside is thick with the scent of cloves, cheap pipeweed, and the metallic tang of the nearby sea. It is perpetually dim, illuminated by guttering candles and the occasional low-burning brazier, creating an environment where anonymity is the primary commodity.
A squat, two-story structure tucked away in the shadows of the docks. Its namesake roof tiles are chipped and faded to a dull, dusty pink, while the exterior timber is grey and salt-pitted from years of coastal winds. A single red lantern hangs over the door, its glass cracked and soot-stained.
A weary, cynical tiefling who views her business with cold pragmatism. She is fiercely protective of her staff but has a low tolerance for customers who cannot pay or cause trouble.
History
House Rules
Violence is strictly prohibited within the walls. All weapons must be checked with Kester at the door. Payment is required in silver or gold before entering the private quarters. Damaging the furniture or mistreating the staff results in an immediate and forceful eviction.
Intelligence Brokerage
For the right price, Mamma Rona is willing to sell more than just companionship. For 10 gold pieces, she can provide basic rumors about ship movements or local merchant disputes. For 50 gold pieces, she can provide specific secrets about political figures, provided her girls have recently entertained them.
Private Accommodations
The upper floor contains six cramped rooms. Each features a lockable door of questionable sturdiness, a straw-filled mattress, and a basin of tepid water. Despite the wear and tear, the rooms are kept relatively clean compared to the rest of the wharf district.
Denizens
A weary, cynical tiefling who views her business with cold pragmatism. She is fiercely protective of her staff but has a low tolerance for customers who cannot pay or cause trouble.
A scarred half-orc who rarely speaks. He spends most of his time sharpening a wicked-looking meat cleaver in the corner of the main lounge.
A sharp-witted human woman with a knack for eavesdropping. She keeps a small notebook hidden in her bodice where she records the names of influential visitors.
Rumors & Plot Hooks
- 1.One of the regular patrons is actually a local magistrate in disguise.
- 2.There is a trapdoor under the rug in the main lounge that leads directly to the harbor water.
- 3.Mamma Rona pays a portion of her earnings to a local cult for protection against city guards.
Classified Entry
The basement holds a hidden shrine to a forgotten deity of secrets, where Kiera leaves written transcripts of conversations overheard upstairs for an unknown buyer.
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