Sal's Workshop
On the third story of a non-descript Rathgar building, located in the well-to-do center city, sits the comfortable apartment of Three-Fingered Sal. Separated in a lovely sitting room by the front door, filled with antique wingback chair and fine oil paintings of the sea that serves as Sal's entertaining room, where he conducts business. Beyond a oak door are his private apartments consisting of a dining room, bedroom, and room for his servant, invariable a street tough dressed in an awkward looking aristocratic clothing. Past his bedroom is the large library, containing dozens of books hundreds of sheets of parchment, vellum, and other writing surfaces. The shelves of the room are lined with bottles of various inks and quills and a work table is littered with wax, a small crucible, and misshapen bits of metal. A ladder in the corner leads to the roof where the sound of cooped pigeons can be heard cooing at all hours of the day.
Though Sal has tried to scrub all signs of it from the workshop, subtle reminders of a fire that nearly destroyed the workshop remain. Started by Nedri Marigold in 748 AC, the walls and floorboards harbor charred spots, though he has done his best to put rugs or furniture atop all of them. A sore memory, Sal has a little patience for anyone who mentions the event.