A rowdy drinking hall on the outskirts of Ironmark, named for the red-stained barrels of wine imported over Taldrin Pass from the cooler regions. It is the only establishment in the Spine where you can reliably hear news from the Virelay Coastlands, carried in by traders who brave the southern passes through Varr Keep. Within the Ashen Spine, this site is part of the long chain of forge-towns, quarries, and iron-vein settlements that work the world's oldest forges from Ironmark down to Old Varr. The smoke is the climate. The Fray here is physical — cracks open in the rock, tunnels appear that were not there the day before — and the Cleaved is the regional consequence. Forge guilds keep their own records, and they keep them close.

No stories reference this entity yet. This part of the world awaits its chronicler.