The Rusted Cartwheel
plays host to the merchants that arrive in Vertange and do not want
to get mixed up in the political games of the Garden. It is not a
place of great luxury, but it affords a certain level of anonimity to
its guests. Rooms are box-like structures that allow the minimum of
privacy and oft contain a bed - wardrobe - pot as only contents, with
a lockable... plank as a door.
There is a communal bathing house
not far from the Cartwheel (known as the Sink), which is best visited
before dawn as the water is refreshed in the early hours.
For all
its faults, the Cartwheel has a common room that can host 20 to 40
guests, depending on how squeezed in folks want to be, has a regular
minstrel that calls there to provide entertainment in exchange for
room and board, and the staff genuinely seem to enjoy their work
(apart from Sove, who grumbles a lot). The staff wears a practical
half-lower leg length toga, in a dusky grey.
The Cartwheel is open
for business from two hours past sun up until late at night, with the
crew working all shifts as and when needed. All crew live in the
Cartwheel and have access to a small area where guests are not
allowed, which includes a walled garden for relaxation.
Prices are
mild, but the food is so good that many come by for a snack or a meal
when their coin allows. (Sove does a mean barley risotto with creamy
mushrooms and a delightful sciusceddu).
Innkeep:
Savere
Pullus
Half dwarf,
half catfolk, edging on 80.
Strong yellow eyes when the light
hits right, beard hides his fur, the innkeep and owner of the Rusted
Cartwheel has seen many things. Born after the fall of Byrric but
aware enough of what rebuilding is like, Savere has a reputation for
being kind and just to all that do not abuse his trust.
Bar
staff:
Mera
Human woman, 40ish
Long brown hair
in a bun. Usually waits the tables or holds the bar. Hates cooking,
but loves to chat with new faces and learn what they're about. She
has some connections around town and most merchants have a coin for
rumours she may have heard.
Cassian
Human male,
somewhere twenties
Twinkle in eyes, gentle beard, well trimmed,
usually bar or serving. Very open to all races. Hair is dirty blonde,
done up with a red ribbon to make him stand out. He used to be close
to a noble girl, but lost her affections when she became a Lady.
Ungu
Mute birdfolk girl
Communicates in a series of clicks and
whistles. Her comb, betraying a chicken-heritage, she wears as a
mohawk, having adorned it with beads and rings. She's in charge of
the cleaning and will also cook if Sove is not there. She's still
gaining experience and as a teen, hasn't much of that to start with.
Sove
Young dour goblin teen-turning-adolescent
In
charge of the food and sometimes the cleaning. Sove was in training
to become the sous-chef for a member of the Sombri, but due to a
vendetta gone wrong, he now has to work his way up the ladder here,
with the hopes of being noticed by nobles dying down more every day.
Unlike the others, he doesn't embellish his looks, but he takes great
pride in providing the best dishes in the area, making them stand out
instead.
Bouncer:
Tobrokus
Tobrokus (or Toby as
some regulars call him) is a sturdy dwarf, tough as nails. He is
about a century old, but unsure of that. For a dwarf, that places him
in adulthood, but before the decays of time wear away what was built
before. He used to be an army sergeant and common life has never
agreed with him. He has done a couple of tours in Perlis and is the
main reason Jim of the House of Three Beams has come to stay in this
area. Should Toby be out ill or injured, Severian Tesodi, an old army
friend (60, human), will step in to help out. Being recognized as a
Tesodi affords him the luxury of not being bothered by many that
would cause trouble.