The Chipped Pick

The Chipped Pick was founded three generations ago by a scrappy prospector named Arlen Pick, who traded a single silver vein claim for the building and a keg of ale. Over the decades it became the unofficial end point for miners coming up from Juradis' veins. The building is as rough as the people who built it: warped tables, a leaning sign and the deep gouge in the bar that gave the place its name. Chip Pickins, a half-orc whose father once worked Arlen's table, bought the tavern after saving enough from brawls and bets. Chip doubled down on the tradition of settling things loud, fast and with ale. When the mines expanded and danger increased, The Chipped Pick grew into the only place miners trusted to blow off steam and trade secrets. Rumors say the bar sits above an abandoned drift that still hums at night.