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From whispered rumors to bold political exposés, Baldur’s Mouth is Baldur’s Gate’s foremost source of news, scandal, and civic discourse. Founded by Ettvard Needle, a firebrand from the Lower City, the Mouth began as a grassroots campaign to give voice to the ignored and has grown into a powerful publication respected—and reviled—across all social strata. Freelance writers, many trained by Needle himself, contribute a steady stream of sharp-edged content, blending street-level rumors, governmental decrees, and editorial jabs into daily broadsheets. Despite being funded by advertisers and tolerated by the Council of Four, Baldur’s Mouth walks a daring line, exposing corruption and agitating for justice while skirting outright censorship. Its pages have turned commoners into folk heroes and patriars into punchlines, earning it both fierce loyalty and powerful enemies.

The Mouth’s headquarters, nestled in the Heapside district, resembles a chaotic blend of warehouse and workshop. A sooty brick facade bears a crooked wooden sign daubed with ink-stained letters: The Mouth Never Shuts. Inside, the scent of oil, ink, and singed parchment fills the air. Mechanical scribes clatter tirelessly at their stations, feeding broad ribbons of parchment through enchanted rollers. Stacks of bundled broadsheets teeter atop worn tables, while ink-splattered lantern bearers dash in and out with news or urgent corrections. Overhead, pulley-run baskets deliver messages across the rafters like messenger birds. Ettvard Needle’s office overlooks the chaos from a glassed loft, its walls plastered with pinned-up articles, caricatures, and scathing headlines. The atmosphere buzzes with urgency and rebellion, a place where truth—and trouble—are printed by the hour.