This little settlement has clearly seen better days. Many of the wooden buildings seem to have partly collapsed. The town square is little more than an open muddy space, cut with the ruts of wagon wheels, with a squat stone well in the middle. Off to one side is an inn, the largest building in the vicinity, whose sign proclaims it to be the Golden Nugget. Opposite the inn is an open shop with baskets of dry goods set out front. An aged woman sat by the basket is mending a net and narrows her eyes at you.
Bronce was once a prosperous mining town, with work for everyone. Since the mines were exhausted twenty years ago, there is little wealth left in the village. The inhabitants are just about able to support themselves by fishing. Many of the houses have fallen into disrepair. The townsfolk have a starved, desperate look to them.