Two Fingers Wharf

The waters of Tel-Hannon bay are brown with the filth of the city being spewed constantly from The River Bent. Jutting into the bay are the eight piers that make up the cities aquatic infrastructure. Each one is unique; and seems to have been constructed in different eras by craftsmen of wildly differing levels of skill. The ramshackle nature of the pier is reflected in the buildings that crowd the waters edge. Warehouses of wood and stone sit salt caked and squalid at ill-conceived angles. Narrow homesteads propped up by bails of produce and barrels of foul smelling liquids cut into what little space is available in the narrow lane ways. Before one makes land they are first greeted by the smell of a great many bodies working together in cramped conditions in intolerable heat and humidity. A little closer and the sound of Two Fingers Wharf assails the ears. A great cacophony of commands and curses in every language of the old world and new. While the wharf lacks sensible planning it does not lack for bureaucracy. The wharf is peppered with customs houses and guard posts. No one sets foot on Tel-Hannon without having their name added to or subtracted from multiple lists. It is not uncommon for one to find themselves a member of the army or a guild before they've reached Four Copper Square . 

Included Locations

• Seaman's Respite