Village
Festive
Modest prices
Three-Note Kettle
the inn where every night ends in a song
Lantern light spills through latticed windows onto packed benches and a floor scuffed by dancing boots. The air is warm with steam, butter, and roasting herbs; a circle of villagers, merchants and traveling players cluster around a small raised platform where someone always plays. Laughter and the clatter of tankards weave with an ever-present, soft three-note refrain that seems to come from the hearth itself. When you step inside, a server slides past with a tray of peppery stew while a child tugs at your sleeve, begging you to join the next tune.
A weather-darkened iron pot hangs from a twisted beam; three punched holes form a musical staff and a single note; soot-blackened and humming faintly when the wind blows, no lettering
Marta Fenwick
Human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Kettle's Three
5 spA warm spiced punch brewed with cider, clove, and a splash of local brandy; it leaves a faint ringing in the ears for an hour that makes music sound richer and grants advantage on Performance checks to sing or play once while the ringing lasts.
Modest (5e lifestyle: about 1 gp a day)
Tobin Brill · barmaid
Quick with a mug and quicker with a grin; she knows everyone's favorite tale and knows when to shut a table up.
Hank 'Half-Notes' Gorren · cook
A burly man who seasons stew with ale and story—he insists every pot needs a hum while it simmers.
Daz · stablehand
A lanky youth who returns lost items from the yard in the morning—except one, a small carved flute he swears he never found.
Bessin Mire
An elderly fiddler who plays the first three notes every night and is oddly protective of Marta's hurdy-gurdy rumor.
Mayor Gethun Vell
The village mayor who drops in during festival season, scouting support for a harvest pageant and always asking about the orchard.
Rook the Miller
A gossip with flour on his coat who claims his mill once saw a lantern-lit procession disappear into the orchard at dawn.
1
A buried reliquary in the orchard east of the village once guided the harvest procession; an old map fragment was sold to a traveling porter named Kerran last winter.
2
Bessin Mire stopped a noble's hunting party from seizing a carved wooden box near the mill; she says whoever holds the box can 'call the orchard to sing.'
3
At dawn three years ago a lantern-lit procession entered the orchard and vanished; Rook the Miller keeps a dust-smudged lantern he says was left at the orchard gate.
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