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The Splintered Boar

Built from salvaged timber after a market fire twenty years ago, the Splintered Boar began as a halting place for cartmen and river hands. Its first keeper was a retired sellsword who left a collection of travel-worn weapons in the rafters as proof the place could handle trouble. Over the years the tavern grew rowdy as fishmongers, mercenaries, and guildless craftsmen made it a place to drink hard and speak plain. Twice it has survived run-ins with local authorities by paying a quiet share; rumors say one basement wall hides a route once used by smugglers.

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The Splintered Boar

Built from salvaged timber after a market fire twenty years ago, the Splintered Boar began as a halting place for cartmen and river hands.

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Marta Ironpalm

Tavernkeeper

Marta Ironpalm
HumanFighter

Keeper's Species

Human

History

Built from salvaged timber after a market fire twenty years ago, the Splintered Boar began as a halting place for cartmen and river hands. Its first keeper was a retired sellsword who left a collection of travel-worn weapons in the rafters as proof the place could handle trouble. Over the years the tavern grew rowdy as fishmongers, mercenaries, and guildless craftsmen made it a place to drink hard and speak plain. Twice it has survived run-ins with local authorities by paying a quiet share; rumors say one basement wall hides a route once used by smugglers.

Quirks

The tavern's ledger is kept under the main counter, but the page for last month is always missing. Patrons toss a coin into the hearth for luck. The tavern cat, Blacknut, steals small trinkets and drops them on the stage as 'gifts' during performances. The barkeep marks favored customers with a notch on a hidden peg; those pegs occasionally vanish.

Lore

Locals claim that on certain wet nights the Boar echoes the call of the river as if the tavern remembers drowned voices. Older patrons whisper of 'Grey Mira', a woman who once traded favors for safety and whose carved symbol is hidden beneath the bark of the main beam. Superstitious drinkers toss a coin into the hearth for a safe return from the road. Newcomers are told to avoid the locked cubby in the cellar, and to never take a wager from the man called 'Soot' if you value your coin pouch.

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