Valley Custom Cabinets

A back road near the Peasant Road doubles as frontage road and an entrance to a series of yards. Wheeled contraptions of a hundred hundred kind lay in rows, scavenged, in pieces, whole. A tall building with walls of grey, perfect rock, nearly 150' long and 20' tall with a single roof and a single sign hovers very close to the ground like it is trying not to be seen.

Deeper: The road that leads there is pitted with ponds. Ponds that freeze. Ponds that stagecoaches and wagons drive around, but ponds that cannot be avoided entirely.
Spare wheels dot that water, real or imaginary. The water breathes a crisp air. [1 on a d4] Bodies appear, real or imaginary. They are trapped in melted wax.
A lone furnace pipe, letting hot air out, signals that somehow the building is alive, that someone is alive, has been in today.
To look at the grounds, you'd think no one has been here in 25 years.
What's inside [2d6]

• 2 - An Acolyte of Wash is here, draped in a black robe. They are unwrapping the weapon that The Krai is making and has been making for all time. It is a metal flower that can cut through anything.
• 3 - A wax version of one of the character's heads is in their hands
• 4 - The warehouse is being overrun, and the first fire has been ignited. 3d6 members of What's Due are interrogating. Role encounter for who they're for who they're interrogating.
• 5 - Laughable. What's inside is not a shop, but a pit of green moss, 25 feet deep. The lower floor of it is liquid as much as plant. This is an aquatic entrance to the underworld, but the swim is more than one breath.
• 6 - Harold M. Maud, terrified of what's outside. Trapmaker, cabinet maker, toy maker.
• 7 - an animated workshop. All the tools operate of their own accord.
• 8 - a lone worker.
• 9 - a pair of workers.
• 10 - The Krai pumping his immortal billows. The smith makes in many shops every year. He happens to be here today, always working on the same weapon.
• 11 - Today he's finished the weapon.
• 12 - Today someone stole the weapon, and he's angry.