Odrun Fell

Waspjaw Way is a narrow, spine-crooked alley slashed between two collapsing trade towers deep in the Spindle’s underlayer. The alley used to be a ventilation shaft for a silk refining factory, but it slowly evolved into a haven for smugglers, bootleg inventors, and desperate delvers. This alley is also known as a haven for anyone who wants to vanish in plain sight. The Promissory turns a blind eye here, knowing that some trades in the ally eventually end up bringing them a big profit. Members of the Ashcoats try to avoid the alley because they are not welcome there. A lot of their rejected members often end up in the alley, and their resentment will often never go away. At the heart of Waspjaw way is Frindle Brasswitch's repair stall, which appears from the surface like a thrown-together kiosk of brass scraps, cheap wood, and bad decisions.

Waspjaw Way is a narrow, spine-crooked alley slashed between two collapsing trade towers deep in the Spindle’s underlayer. Its jagged path twists like an insect mandible, lit by flickering fungus-lamps that dangle from rusted pipes and broken chitin posts. Chitin flakes and copper wiring spill from exposed vents overhead, and the air vibrates with low insectile hums—resonance from machinery, whisper-crystals, or something more arcane. Faint scents of soldered silk and old venom oil linger, and the walls are marked with old warding glyphs long since scraped over with crude sigils and anti-guild graffiti. A dozen half-legit stalls crowd the alley, but one in particular—a lopsided shack with a “REPAIRS: MAYBE” sign—hides the true nerve center of Waspjaw Way.