The Iron Skillet
Nestled in the heart of Edison’s bustling Wall District, The Iron Skillet is more than just a pub—it’s a living testament to resilience, community, and remembrance. Owned and operated by Ivan Dunkle , a survivor of the Burn, the pub has become a sanctuary for the district’s hardworking residents.
Ivan arrived in Edison in 1821 AF, fleeing the devastation of his hometown. Finding work in the reconstruction efforts, he quickly established himself as a figure of stability during a tumultuous time. By 1826, Ivan had saved enough to open The Iron Skillet, naming it after the simple, sturdy cookware that symbolized survival during his darkest days.
A Haven for the Working Class
The Iron Skillet’s clientele reflects the gritty, industrious spirit of the Wall District. The pub is a second home to miners who work tirelessly beneath the city, extracting iron for Edison’s vast smelters of the "Forgeyard", and factory laborers from Terrawatch who fuel the empire’s industrial ambitions.
A smaller yet notable group of patrons are the fortune divers—intrepid adventurers who scour the ruins of Grand City of Eld , the once-great capital city now swallowed by the Altian Ocean . Their tales of discovery and danger add a touch of mystery to the otherwise earthy atmosphere of the pub.
Walls That Tell a Story
The walls of The Iron Skillet are a mosaic of history. Ivan has adorned them with artifacts recovered from Eld—rusted utensils, fragments of tools, and shards of pottery—offering a glimpse into the daily life of the drowned city. Alongside these relics hang portraits of miners and regulars who once drank and laughed there but whose lives were cut tragically short.
These portraits are more than decorations; they are revered by the patrons. On the birthdays of the departed, it’s a common tradition to raise a toast in their honor, their names spoken aloud in a heartfelt ritual of remembrance.
A Hearth at Its Heart
The pub’s defining feature is its massive central hearth, which bathes the beer hall in a warm, golden light. The hearth is more than a source of heat—it’s where Ivan prepares his famous chicken and carrot soup, a hearty dish that has comforted countless weary souls. The aroma of the soup, paired with the crackle of the fire, creates a cozy atmosphere that feels like home.
A Place of Community
The Iron Skillet is not just a place to drink; it’s a gathering spot for a community forged in the fires of hardship. Ivan’s kindness and the pub’s welcoming ambiance have made it a cornerstone of the Wall District. For those who step through its doors, The Iron Skillet is a reminder that even in the shadow of loss, warmth and camaraderie can thrive.
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