[Tempest Row - The Wicker Goat]

In a more run down part of Skyside's ports rests the Wicker Goat, a small, cozy establishment that nonetheless is host to a ghastly figure above the door that really needs to be replaced - the titular wicker goat has been there for years, slowly rotting, with the owner of the shop not really bothering to get it replaced despite the need for repairs. The entire place has the feeling of something that needs to be torn down and replaced with a real building, as everything, despite sturdy construction, feels a little like it's all about to fall apart if someone pushes it wrong.

This makes it a great place for cheap booze. a haven for solo mercenaries and pirates, thieves and scoundrels of all sorts that aren't in much of a position to rise higher, or are currently down on their luck, or even just like the quaint atmosphere; fights are rare here, as most come primarily to drink and have a little fun before pressing their nose back to the grindstone to make ends meet.

Ignoring a weeping drunk in the corner is a woman enjoying a mug of the local specialty. on her right hip, a powerful looking pistol, large enough to0 be called a hand cannon, with engravings that suggest an origin of greater importance than on the hip of some thug. on her left him is what appears to be a tool box - a lantern that glows blue appears to power a variety of things in there, each useful for different things. Her shaggy hair is brown, with purple dyes used to make highlights, and her clothing is utilitarian; an armored vest, a pair of pants with pockets on the hips, and large black boots with block heels. She seems to be enjoying herself on her own for the moment.