Village
Cosy
Modest prices
The Three Oiled Spokes
the hill‑farm inn with a kettle always on
You push through a low door and the scent of rosemary, browned barley, and slow roasted lamb wraps around you. Low beams are laced with drying herbs; a sunwarmed hearth fills the common room with soft amber light and the murmur of quiet conversation. Children curl in a straw basket near the stove, a dog snores by the door, and a chalkboard lists that day’s stew with a note in curling ink: “Ask for more thyme.” The place hums like an occupied knitting needle—useful, steady, and somehow attentive to small needs.
A battered iron wheel with three spokes hung from a hemp rope; the spokes are burnished bright while the rim is blackened by soot, no words—just a faint ring of scorch marks where a kettle was once set
Harran Briddle
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Mave’s Hearth Cup
5 spA small spiced cordial brewed by the retired wizard; it tastes faintly of rosemary and cardamom and leaves the drinker with a pleasant warmth and a single, fleeting sense of calm (advantage on one Wisdom (Insight) check made within the next hour, once per serving).
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Mave Kellen · cook
A squat, gray‑haired woman and retired wizard who seasons her stews with small, harmless charms; she hums spells while she stirs and can silence a fork dropped across the room with a flick.
Jonis · barmaid
A lanky teen from the hill farm who knows the favorite drink of every regular and never spills—except when nervous, then she hides it with a rusty tin plate.
Old Bram Gettle
A stooped shepherd who claims he once found silver coins in the Brindle Hollow well and wants someone to prove the tale.
Sib the Cobbler
A practical woman who mends boots and listens for news; she’s been quietly collecting tales of a vanished apprentice named Merek.
Pell of the Lane
A traveling salesman who lingers too long, mapping out the hill roads and asking pointed questions about the inn’s cellar.
1
The Brindle Hollow well up the lane has been singing at night; Old Bram says he found a silver coin with a spiral rune stuck to it.
2
Merek the apprentice vanished three years ago after arguing with a traveling fiddler—Sib the Cobbler swears Merek left behind a brass token engraved with a key and the word 'Sunder'.
3
A merchant named Pell has been sketching a map of ley lines that cross near the inn; he believes something sealed beneath the cellar once opened an invisible gate.
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