Nothing enters Pinchpenny by water unless Brakka Redwake allows it.

She is the dockmistress, checkpoint enforcer, cargo judge, and last locked gate between the harbor and the town’s hungry interior. Smugglers fear her. Merchants bribe her. Red goblin collectors salute her. Even the tide seems to wait when she says hold.

Brakka does not shout. She does not chase.

She steps into your path, looks at your cargo with that glowing red eye, and decides whether you are paying in coin, secrets, bloodless labor, loyalty, or something far more personal.

The docks belong to her.

Tonight, so does you

r way out.