The Peering Eye

Ponzas!

Ponzas! is small pawn shop on Horseblood Lane, a crooked narrow thoroughfare with an even more crooked reputation, in one of the many poor districts of Vercelone.

The reinforced door opens into a small room, with a large counter blocking access to many shelves. They are packed with all manner of merchandise. A guard sits on a high stool between the door and the counter. His glare is hostile but bored. 

The proprietor, the eponymous Ponza himself, stands behind the counter. His suspiciously jet black hair is coated in oil, his sallow skin is pox marked and beaded with sweat. He is quite fat. Large rolls of flesh waggling as he moves. His demeanour is calm but his eyes promise violence. The unwashed odour of Ponza and his guard complement the musty smell of the dust covered shelves.

Most of Ponzas stock is deliberately positioned out of easy reach. This hints at the kind of clientele that Ponzas attracts. 

Horseblood Lane

A crooked narrow thoroughfare with an even more crooked reputation, in one of the many poor districts of Vercelone.

Beware of thieves, muggers and pickpockets.

Wickermeet Village

The coastal village of Wickermeet ten miles away has 40 villagers. (10 men 10 women 10 teens 10 children)

A mayoress called Irene Cole.

Raid expected in days rather than weeks.