City
Festive
Modest prices
The Painted Chain
the beer hall beneath the lantern sails
Lanterns drape in scalloped rows from the low ceiling, their warm glow bouncing off strings of mirrored confetti and the polished wood of long communal tables. Music spills from a raised platform of mismatched boards where rotating bands play call-and-response tunes between sets; every Saturday the platform is cleared for the masked dance and the crowd moves like a single breathing thing. The air is heavy with the tang of sourdough meat pies, roasted root veg, sweet spiced apples, and the yeasty foam of casks; laughter and the clack of wooden tankards mix with the whisper of silk masks brushing faces. Entering feels like stepping into a celebration already in motion—eyes watch politely from behind painted masquerade masks, and a curious mix of performers, craftsmen, city clerks, and foreign entertainers crowd the benches.
A battered circular iron hoop painted with concentric carnival colors and a single brass chain draped across it; the paint is flaked and a small paper mask is tacked to the center, no words.
Garron Beckett
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Lantern Sail
5 spA heady mix of the house ale warmed with citrus peel and a splash of spiced cider; it loosens tongues and adds a faint flush of courage, granting advantage on one Performance or Persuasion check made within the next hour (only while the drinker is still pleasantly merry).
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Mira Cobb · barmaid
A quick-footed ex-trapeze attendant who balances four tankards in one hand and knows everyone’s favorite tune.
Jorun Black · cook
A gruff dwarf who runs a wood-fired oven in the yard, proud of his meat pies and suspicious of fussy spice blends.
Bren the Ledger
A thin, bespectacled clerk who tracks wagers and who is looking for proof that the silent mask-seller of Northway is laundering carnival winnings.
Tess of the Rope
A retired aerialist who wants someone to help retrieve a beloved banner from the locked old Caravan House across the river.
1
The Midnight Marionette: a showmaster named Corvin Merghal claims an automaton performer was stolen from his caravan; he’s been offering a silver purse to anyone who can bring it back intact.
2
Carousel House Banner: the old Caravan House across the river keeps a banner bearing Tess of the Rope's troupe sigil locked under a caretaker’s watch; the caretaker, Nalvin, hires discreet hands to fetch things after dark.
3
Silent Mask-Seller: an unseen vendor known only as the Quiethand sells enchanted masks in the Northway market that let wearers assume someone else’s memories for a night; Bren the Ledger believes the masks were used to fix a recent rigged wager.
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