The Worshipful Guild of Cutlers

In recent years, this guild has grown significantly in wealth and influence. In addition to forks and knives, they have begun selling weaponry. While the bylaws of Ubersreik specify that only members of the Metalworkers’ Guild may make swords, the cutlers have exploited a loophole regarding how the handle is attached to the tang, allowing them to class their blades as knives (albeit knives with blades several feet long).

The building comprises the old guildhouse, which has been expanded to include a large forge and workshop area, and a small showroom. Here shoppers can purchase blades, which are of high quality and surprisingly good value.

Bridge House Inn

Bridge House is perfectly situated in the centre of Ubersreik on the main thoroughfares near Ubersreik Bridge, offering spectacular views of the Dwarf-made marvel. The inn has large stables and a sizeable coach house, and also serves as Ubersreik’s bustling post office.

Although locals rarely eat or drink here, balking at the prices, the fare is good, the portions generous, and the selection of beverages broad. Because of this, it is a common haunt for wealthier merchants, travellers, and those with coin to burn. The lower floor has a broad taproom, which also serves as a common room and dining room, and has several curtained booths for more clandestine meetings. There is also a spacious kitchen, a sizeable larder, two offices, two private dining rooms, and quarters for the staff. The two upper floors are set aside for the inn’s private rooms, and the rooms above the coach house and stables are where visiting coachmen take their rest. The largest private room is on the top floor and commands an impressive view of Ubersreik Bridge.

Gunther Abend, a retired coachman, manages the inn. Being aware of the stresses of the job, he works hard to provide a hostel that fulfils their needs. He is supported by Hanna, his wife, and their three children, as well as nine others including cooks, servers, chambermaids, and a postmaster. 

Wandiene Rookery

Of all Ubersreik’s slums, Wandiene rookery is the largest and most notorious. It lies in the north-west of the Artisans’ Quarter, packed tight to the high town-walls and the fortifications of the Precinct. It is uncensused and massively overcrowded, and is known for its many bawds, thieves, and ne’erdowells. Its tall, unstable houses have no access to Ubersreik’s extensive sewers. The buildings lean precariously against each other, and any available space between is filled with shacks and makeshift hovels. The few paths and alleyways are narrow, gloomy, filthy, and untrod by the Watch.

Guido Falck has retreated to Wandiene after the arrival of General von Dabernick and his soldiers. A decorated captain of the Ubersreik State Army, now retired, Falck is utterly loyal to Duke Sigismund Jungfreud, and leads a resistance against the ‘Altdorf invasion’ from the depths of the slums. He currently commands over 50 resistance fighters, but is a patient man, and will not attack his enemy openly.

Satrioli’s Sausage Shop

Satrioli’s Sausage Shop is a thriving business that offers a wide selection of sausages, cured meats, imported cheeses, and other delicacies to the workers of the Artisan’s District. It occupies the ground floor of a stone building; the wooden storey above is rented out by the large family of Halflings who help the Satriolis cope with their rapidly expanding customer-base. Beneath the shop, there is a sizeable cellar used as a storeroom. There are a number of tables and benches outside the shop, but many customers take their food away to eat at home or in their place of work.

Gino Satrioli is a charming Basarji with dark hair, a ready grin, and no trace of his foreign accent. He tends the shop with his wife Carla, a woman known locally for her exotic beauty, and their son Furio, a boy of uncommon intelligence. They employ a gaggle of Halflings to assist with day-to-day tasks, and the small folk can be found scurrying about the shop at all hours.

There are rumours that many of the sausages are in fact made by the Halflings, and not by the Satriolis, but given the diminutive folk’s reputation for culinary skill, nobody is complaining.