A long, low tavern built along the main road through Cinder Vale, named for the grey line that marks the high-water point of the last major ash fall. Travelers, miners, and soldiers share tables without rank here. The house specialty is a bitter spirit distilled from volcanic mineral water. 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.