A border village on the briny plains centered around a huge inn owned by the mayor, serving caravans, soldiers, and smugglers who pass through the crossroads near a major fortress by the inland sea.
Where the road meets the sea and secrets change hands by lanternlight.
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Mayor and inn proprietor
A shrewd innkeeper who runs the largest inn and negotiates with soldiers and traders.
Fort commander
A veteran officer who enforces border law and drills conscripts.
Border ranger
A sharp-eyed ranger who prefers lonely traps to social halls.
Merchant and tollman
A blunt dwarf who runs the tollhouse and outfits caravans with supplies.
Tavernkeeper and smuggler
A nimble halfling who is charming and dangerous in quiet ways.
Shrine keeper
A kind priest who tends the shrine and comforts anxious sailors.
general outfitter
A cluttered stall and backroom where caravans buy tar, ropes, and preserved provisions.
clothier and sundries
A compact shop selling seaworn trinkets, salted hides, and small iron tools.
Travelers, soldiers on leave, and the mayor's favored clients.
A sprawling inn that doubles as town hall by day and secret auction house by night.
Night workers, fishermen, and those who prefer quiet corners.
A narrow tavern by the quay where deals are cut in low voices and corners stay dark.
militia
Local volunteers and watchmen who keep the lanes safe and coordinate with Fort Benlor.
merchant guild
A loose guild of caravan leaders who prefer lawful trade and predictable tolls.
criminal syndicate
A hidden network moving goods past customs using fishing skiffs and false manifests.
religious
A small clerical circle that tends to rites for travelers and sailors.
A ribbon of chalk stones that mark the old border and are rumored to shift at night.
Low salt flats where villagers rake crystals at low tide and traders load coarse salt.
A half-submerged causeway leading to a ruined watchhouse that dries at extreme low tide.
A hollow willow grove where caravans pause and leave offerings for safe travel.
The shrine's charm is not divine but a stored ward made from a foreign wizard's rope.
Jorun Kettle underreports tolls to funnel certain caravans toward Moon-Scale smugglers in exchange for a cut.
Lys Meren coordinates skiffs that run goods to a contact inside the neighboring kingdom.
A sunken ship beneath the flats holds coin chests visible only at a blood moon.
The mayor runs late-night auctions of goods that never paid tolls.
Fort Benlor's commander once hid a noble's letters to a smuggler.
Ledger and Lost Cargo
A merchant claims a caravan was waylaid and asks for help recovering stolen ledgers and goods from coastal caves.
The Fading Blessing
The shrine's charm flickers and the fishermen report nets full of strange shells; the cleric begs for aid to renew the ritual.
The Deserter's Warning
A deserter from Fort Benlor seeks shelter while hunted by patrols and claims knowledge of a planned crackdown that will close the border road.
Midnight Auction
A shadowy auction at the Harbouring Hearth hides a magical item that several factions want recovered before it changes hands.
