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The Rusted Anchor

Built where an old tidal watch once stood, The Rusted Anchor began as a sailor's refuge twenty years ago when Branna's father opened a small ale stall. The tavern grew around a single battered bench and an oil lamp; after a storm that sank three fishing skiffs off the point, the tavern took in survivors and won the loyalty of the harbor. A fire fifteen years ago gutted the front room; the rebuilt bar used timbers salvaged from the wreck of the Nightingale, lending the place the distinctive salty scent it still has. Over the years it became a favored meeting place for freebooters, honest haulers, and those who prefer their bargains conducted out of the Harbor Watch's ledger.

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The Rusted Anchor

Built where an old tidal watch once stood, The Rusted Anchor began as a sailor's refuge twenty years ago when Branna's father opened a small ale stall.

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Branna Marris

Tavernkeeper

Branna Marris
HumanFighter (retired quartermaster)

Keeper's Species

Human

History

Built where an old tidal watch once stood, The Rusted Anchor began as a sailor's refuge twenty years ago when Branna's father opened a small ale stall. The tavern grew around a single battered bench and an oil lamp; after a storm that sank three fishing skiffs off the point, the tavern took in survivors and won the loyalty of the harbor. A fire fifteen years ago gutted the front room; the rebuilt bar used timbers salvaged from the wreck of the Nightingale, lending the place the distinctive salty scent it still has. Over the years it became a favored meeting place for freebooters, honest haulers, and those who prefer their bargains conducted out of the Harbor Watch's ledger.

Quirks

A battered brass foghorn above the bar is blown once every night at dusk; patrons toss coins into an old captain's boot nailed to the beam for 'good tide.' A gull named Old Squawk roosts on the rafters and will steal anything left on a table if the room gets too rowdy.

Lore

Fishermen swear the jetty beneath the tavern will cough up an old brass helm once every decade; local superstition says anyone who claims it will find either great fortune or terrible misfortune. Old songs say a steward of the port hid a 'tide compass' somewhere near the Rusted Anchor when the Screaming Fog rolled through years ago. The Harbor Watch treats the tavern like a gray area — tolerated because Branna tips generously and keeps rowdy sailors from sinking the port in nightly brawls. Rumor among sailors speaks of a drowned god cult that once used the lower hold to make offerings, and sometimes newcomers report an odd chill when the tide runs just right.

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