Tucked back in the corner of Kiskedee square, off of Aasvogel, is the Hornless Goat. The tavern is as non-descript and plain as any business can be and still maintain itself in passable fashion. No one notices the patrons of that small overlooked place.
A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.
Lady Carse of Tekne
A social group of women who meet for purposes of ‘knitting’ and sharing gossip.
Before the formation of the Achelandage and its associated merchant and craft guilds there was only the Civic Guild.
A young girl with a dirty face and tattered dress stands near the town market offering to sell the PCs freshly cut flowers. They are only a single copper a piece, and smell nice. Perhaps the PCs will be generous with their wealth, or they will not. Great for paranoid parties.