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> [!info]- Slateford Map
+> [!info]- Slateford Vibe
+
+
> The air is heavy with the scent of salt and fish, mingled with the earthy aroma of rain-soaked stone. A light, persistent drizzle falls from the pewter sky.
>
> **Slateford** is a maze of narrow, winding streets paved with smooth cobblestones. These roads, slick with ever-present rain, require a careful step, especially when the occasional gust of wind sends rainwater cascading from the eaves above. The buildings press close on either side, their upper stories seeming to lean towards each other.
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## The Docks
> In the harbor, ships of all sizes and origins bob at anchor or tie up at weathered wooden docks. The waterfront is a hive of activity, with sailors unloading exotic cargoes, fishmongers hawking the day's catch, and grizzled captains seeking crew for their next voyage.
+
+> [!info]- Docks Vibe
+> ![[DocksVibe.jpg]]
## Brownwater Tavern
The sign outside depicts a mug overflowing with murky liquid, swinging gently in the breeze. The faint sounds of laughter and clinking glasses drift from behind a sturdy oak door. This is the **Brownwater Tavern**, a local favorite known for its potent house brew and colorful patrons.
+> [!info]- Brownwater Tavern Vibe
+> ![[BrownwaterTavernVibe.jpg]]
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> As you push open the heavy oak door of the **Brownwater Tavern**, you're enveloped by a wall of sound, smell, and warmth that's a stark contrast to **Slateford**'s damp streets. The air is thick with the aroma of spilled ale, pipe smoke, and something vaguely fishy.
>
> The tavern is larger than it appeared from outside, with a low-beamed ceiling and walls of dark wood that have soaked up decades of stories and secrets. Mismatched tables and chairs, some bearing scars from old brawls, are scattered throughout. In one corner, a group of grizzled sailors huddle over a game of dice, while nearby, a pair of merchants argue quietly over a contract.
@@ -33,6 +42,9 @@ > The heart of the tavern is its long, polished bar, behind which stands an impressive array of bottles, kegs, and mysterious containers. [[Rhys(sie) Boii|The bartender]], a strange creature with a surprisingly small head, deftly pours drinks and keeps a watchful eye on the room. Several barmaids weave expertly through the bustle without losing a single drop from the mugs of ale they carry.
## Herbert and Gherbert
Herbal sandwich shop and apothecary. Serves cold sandwiches and slightly less cold sandwiches.
[[Lili]] works here, having been taken in by the shop's proprietor.
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+> [!info]- Herbert and Gherbert Vibe
+> ![[HerbertAndGherbertVibe.jpg]]
> In the cramped space between a bookbinder's shop and what might be an entirely normal wall, **Herbert and Gherbert**'s storefront squeezes into existence like an afterthought. The hand-painted sign features two identical gherkins wearing different hats - one sporting a top hat (Herbert, presumably), the other a bowler (obviously Gherbert).
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