Swan Rocks is a low, reed-stitched farming village on the Lyria's bank, straddling the Old Road and serving as a river halt two days northwest of Aelorin; its stone quay, scattered cottages, and market green host riverfolk, travelers, and cautious merchants.
Where the Old Road meets the river and the swans remember names.
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Rotating Steward
A pragmatic woman who keeps council peace and organizes harvest levies.
Quay steward and bargemaster
Handles docking fees, moorings, and the flow of goods with a firm hand.
Watch Sergeant
A former soldier who keeps the watch disciplined and trains volunteers.
Archivist and elder
Keeps detailed ledgers and knows who owes what to whom.
Rivermother priestess and healer
Performs water rites, midwifery, and soft counsel for grieving families.
General provisions
A lean timber stall near the quay selling essentials and the occasional curious bauble from Aelorin.
Smithy
A cramped reed-smith's lean-to where basic repairs and simple blades are fashioned.
Riverhands, traveling merchants, and talkative elders.
A low-ceilinged riverside inn known for hot stew and a shared long table.
Traditional council
A circle of elder families that steward the quay, decide market days, and adjudicate disputes.
Merchant guild
A loose confederation of traveling traders who use Swan Rocks as a waypoint and price hub.
Craft guild
Artisans who harvest and craft reeds into useful goods and ceremonial swallows.
A shallow ford upstream where children fish and old tales say swans once nested.
A line of standing stones half-submerged at high water marked with faded sigils.
A narrow willow grove used for secret meetings and reed-harvest storage.
A ruined milestone from the Old Road bearing a scratched herald that points toward Aelorin.
A hidden healing spring near the reedbeds grants rapid recovery to those who bathe at dawn.
Gorven once smuggled noble letters and still keeps one secret token tying him to a distant house.
Someone has been paying for nocturnal excavations under the quay that may have unearthed artifacts.
The carved stone bears the mark of a noble house thought extinct.
Priestess Ilyra sometimes slips away alone to an unnamed spring at night.
Aelorin's patrols quietly took an interest after the flood's discovery.
The Ring of the River
The river dredges up a carved ring tied to an old swan legend that stirs interest from a distant house.
Missing Iron, Missing Faces
Tools vanish before winter and the trail points to a hidden cache beneath the quay stones.
Song of the Hidden Ford
A traveling bard claims a forgotten song will free the river; performing it requires retrieving a kept reed-lyre from a ruined ford.
Offer on the Old Road
A merchant offers to buy exclusive docking rights, forcing the Quaywardens to choose between cash and control.
