The Fallen Rod Inn

The raucous noise of this mining tavern’s regular crowd fills its rickety two-story interior. Miners peer over clay cups of thick beer to assess any strangers who enter the establishment. A huge iron rod runs from floor to ceiling in the center of the tavern, a deep crack splitting it halfway from the bottom. The second-story balcony leans precariously over the lower floor, its bent timbers held up with splintered wooden posts.
This tavern serves greasy food and strong-but- poor-quality beer to the miners who are its primary clientele. The Falling Rod is owned by Gendra Jade , a former miner who built the tavern around a piece of the huge mining spike that originally pierced into the voidwater chamber—the very spike that later took off her leg and mangled her arm. The tavern seats thirty comfortably, but has been known to pack in twice that many people for special occasions. The folk who sit on the upper balcony know full well that it’s going to collapse at some point—many of them even placing bets on the day it might happen. Gendra is loath to fix it, though, her fatalistic attitude marking it as part of the mystique of the place.

Type

Inn

Parent Location

Deepfathom Well