Goblin Squash Stables
The sign above
this door perpetuates one of the greatest fears of the lowly goblin—being
trampled underfoot by a horse. Tended by a retired hunter named Daviren Hosk, Daviren’s hatred of goblins is nearly
legendary in Sandpoint. In a somewhat
grisly display, over the entrance to the stable’s covered barn is his
collection of goblin ears: preserved and nailed to three different rafters,
each bearing the goblin’s name burned into the leathery flesh—mostly because Daviren knows that writing down a goblin’s name is one
of the worst things you can do to desecrate his memory. The bitter ranger’s
pride and joy is a large glass bottle filled with brine in which he’s preserved
the body of Chief Whartus of the now extinct (due in large part to Daviren) Bonegrinder Tribe.
The Pixie’s Kitten
Many of
Sandpoint’s crasser locals have a much more colorful name for this establishment,
but Kaye Tesarani runs the town brothel with
class and distinguished grace. She pays her girls and boys quite well, and the
three Shoanti bouncers she employs are more than enough to handle
troublemakers.
The Way North
As with several
other buildings in the vicinity, this one-story structure was recently rebuilt
after the Sandpoint Fire. Originally a stable, the building has been converted
by its owner, an aged but spry gnome named Veznutt
Parooh, into a cramped and cluttered library to house his tremendous
collection of maps and sea charts. Maps of local regions, from the immediate vicinity
up to the whole of Varisia and the Storval Plateau, can be purchased from him
for prices ranging from 50 gp to 1000 gp, depending on the size and level of
detail. When not here crafting copies of old maps, Veznutt
can usually be found arguing over history with his best friend Ilsoari at Turandarok
Academy .
Jeweler
This squat stone
building escaped the fire that ravaged northern Sandpoint, much to the relief
of its owner, a wild-haired jeweler named Maver Kesk.
Maver retains a half-dozen local toughs as
guards, but he has a habit of leaving doors and vaults open—a trait his wife Pennae Kesk often berates him for publicly.
Junker’s Edge
Garbage gathered
by Gorvi’s boys is routinely dumped over the
edge of this cliff to gather on the beach below. Several of the town’s Gozreh worshipers (in particular Hannah Velerin) rankle at this practice, but until an equally cost-effective and
convenient option is presented, the town council is reticent to change its
ways. In any event, the sea generally makes short work of the junk, ensuring it
never piles up too high.
Sage
The sole occupant
of this ancient building is a cantankerous old man named Brodert Quink, a
balding expert on Varisian history and engineering. Brodert claims to have
spent two decades of his youth studying with dwarven engineers at Janderhoff
and three decades as a cataloger at the Great Library of Magnimar, and is
continually baffled and enraged that his learning and obvious intelligence
haven’t afforded him more prestige. Brodert has been studying ancient
Thassilonian ruins for the past several years and has recently become obsessed with
the Old Light. No one believes his theories that the tower was once a war
machine capable of spewing fire to a range of more than a mile.
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