Hall of Soldi

Nestled within the humble Flintlock district of Bridgeport, the Hall of Soldi stands as a testament to the resilience and determination of the lower class. For many years, it has been a gathering place where people could voice their grievances and concerns, hoping for change that often seemed elusive. The hall's worn wooden doors have welcomed countless souls seeking a voice, their impassioned pleas echoing through its walls.   The Hall of Soldi was never a place of pomp or grandeur, but its value lay in its simplicity and accessibility. In its heyday, candlelight flickered within, illuminating the faces of passionate speakers, their words hanging like stars in the darkened room. However, despite the earnestness of their discussions, decisions made within these walls rarely bore fruit. The Council of Ten often seemed deaf to the voices of the downtrodden; their concerns were brushed aside like dust on a shelf.     Today, the Hall of Soldi bears the marks of neglect and wear, mirroring the fate of its people. The roof is tattered, allowing rain to seep in and stain the once-grand interior. A portion of its eastern wall now lies in ruins. Rumours circulate through the Flintlock district, accusing the Gnome Workshop, situated on the east side of the hall, of being responsible for the damage. Yet, like the many cries of injustice that have echoed through its halls, these accusations too have fallen on deaf ears. Naturally, the gnomes deny every involvement.   The Tenners seem more than eager to wash their hands of the building's fate and profit from its sale to any willing buyer with a proposal for its use. As discussions within the Council chambers revolve around its potential sale, the people of Flintlock are left with a bittersweet hope that someone may come forward to revive the hall's once-cherished role in the community.     GM info / spoilers / plot hooks.

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