Ask around the Grimalkin & Rooster if anyone knows anything about Northbeachisswamp

The day passes, the people inside the Grimalkin & Rooster too busy to chat and not knowledgeable enough to speak.

A few hours pass

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Evening brings Mariners and drunks, the common room filling with smoke and stories. A whore has worked the Saltisle but refuses to discuss clients – or that horrible island. More than one captain has sped past but – like you – remembers little or nothing at all. A drunk's fanciful tales mistake boring, human Northbeachiswamp with the distant mural city of Verdengrey.

You stand for a round, and the grateful patrons finally point you towards a Salty Sailor. The greying man has been – or so he claims – a fisher, smuggler, trader, and guide to all the Saltisles.

You have spent 1 Taler on drinks

You now have {@69 Talers} Taler

He accepts the offered drink, sets cards and dice aside, and ever so slowly prepares his pipe. ”They are a strange people, half-civilized and wedded to the Sea, They live off of fish – you have heard of Saltsoup, right?” He pauses to surround himself with smoke. ”The waters there are strange and treacherous. High tide, for one. A known danger – but I’d warn the crew. You’ll see it with the houses – dykes, and hills, and Bone stilts.

Surges too, so you’ll hafta take care. Keep your eyes and ears open and be ready to run. But the currents...” He lowers his voice. ”There’s Fey things in the water. Not in the shipping lanes, but at the islander’s fishing spots. I never ventured into the Mists myself, but I heard them tell. They sacrifice to the things in the water, and the coral church stands empty.”

You have collected rumours about the Saltisle, its people and its dangers