Salt Line

A stripped-down drinking hall in Salt Edge where the tables are crusted white with mineral deposits and the air stings the eyes. Salt Line is functional rather than comfortable — a place to eat, drink, and negotiate salt prices before heading back to the evaporation flats. Its beer is salty. Everything here is salty. In the Drowned Reach, this site is one of the half-drowned settlements that rebuild themselves on stilts every generation around the Sunken City. The sea is steadily reclaiming the coast, and the Echo is the regional Fray-consequence that haunts the deeper channels. What the tide takes here, it usually takes for a reason — sometimes a Shard, sometimes a name, sometimes only the road that used to lead inland.