City
Festive
Comfortable prices
Jubilee's Third Bell
the city hall of sudden revelry
Lanterns in every hue string across the low ceiling and bounce light off mirrored plates. The air is warm with roasted citrus, sugared meat, and a sharp perfume of spiced wine; laughter and overlapping songs make it hard to hear any one voice. Patrons clap along to an improvised band on a raised crate stage where a pair of fiddles and a drum trade tunes with a storyteller; merchants in bright scarves haggle for a corner table while masked revellers weave between them, trailing confetti and the clink of coin. Behind the bar, racks of glass bottles glitter like a miniature city skyline, and a polished brass bell — chained and velvet-cushioned — sits beneath a glass dome where staff exchange furtive glances.
A brass bell painted with three looping ribbons hangs above the door, freshly polished though the paint is flaking at the edges; no words, only the small embossed mark of a bellmaker's hand.
Marrek Hont
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Third Bell Punch
5 spA heady mix of mulled wine, pear cordial, and a bright citrus syrup; it loosens tongues and encourages boldness—after one mug, patrons gain advantage on Charisma (Performance) checks for the next hour but suffer a −1 penalty to Dexterity checks as they grow theatrically loose-limbed.
Comfortable (5e lifestyle: about 2 gp a day)
Peli Varr · barmaid
Quick with a tankard and quicker with gossip, she sells a wink and an ear equally.
Thun Orek · bouncer
A retired port watchman who sizes trouble at the door and prefers to settle things with a stare before his cudgel.
Mossin Rye · cook
A flour-dusted halfling who treats every dish like a celebration and every complaint like a recipe to be improved.
Brenna Vossar
A city archivist who keeps stopping by to ask after the Stoneward Bell and who will trade secret ledger entries for a quiet corner.
Old Harker
A retired festival marshal who remembers every past jubilee and is itching to relive a scandal he refuses to name.
The Masked Minor
A cloaked performer who never removes a painted half-mask; she flirts with danger and is rumored to courier messages for the Moonmask Guild.
1
Brenna Vossar claims the Temple of Dawn's Stoneward Bell vanished the night a masked courier was seen slipping through the Cloister Gate; she wants discreet help recovering it.
2
Old Harker keeps muttering about a ledger — the Jubilee Ledger — hidden in the mayoral archives that names officials who accepted illicit festival bribes during the last decade.
3
The Masked Minor's handler, a Moonmask Guild operative called 'Silk-Finger Juno', is planning a masquerade break-in at the vault beneath the Carnival Quarter next full moon.
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