Friday, January 23, 2026

Vertange Location: The Rusted Cartwheel

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.

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