Thornbury is smaller even than Hengistbury, boasting a mere 100 souls. Even so, there is a friendly rivalry between the villages, which manifests every year in a popular local cheese rolling competition which highlights a week long harvest festival in the fall. Located a few miles upriver from Hengistbury, travel between the two is not uncommon. For a silver coin, a local fisherman can be persuaded to ferry passengers in either direction. The journey takes a couple of hours.

The Spice of Life is run by Nazid. It is a small shop that offers various spices sourced from around the world, according to Nazid. In reality, he offers whatever spices he can acquire from the Samuel and Sons Trading Company combined with some locally sourced spices and a rare few he has managed to parcel out sparingly from a collection he brought when he first came to town. His prices are relatively high compared to the local economy, but, since his chief customers are the Lord and Lady Pemberton who buy them for their personal use and the use of a few special dishes at the Bleeding Heart, he manages to make a living. About once a year someone comes to town from afar and supplements his supply – likely it is someone from his homeland and nothing to be concerned about.

Reg Bakerman runs the Thornbury Bakery. It is smaller and has less variety than the Hengistbury bakery, but if fresh bread is wanted in Thornbury, this is where you go. Reg is a friendly fellow and gets on well with most people, but he does have a tendency to drink and this sometimes makes him late in getting the bread made the next day.

Denhew’s Pub ‘n’ Grub is the local tavern / inn in Thornbury. During the week, Horatio Denhew, the proprietor, does a reasonably brisk business. Things tend to slow down at the weekend though as folks prefer to go to the Bleeding Heart for the entertainment and camaraderie if they can make the trip. This doesn’t prevent Denhew from dreaming of opening a second Pub ‘n’ Grub in Hengistbury. He dislikes trouble in his tavern, but it happens anyway. When it does he relies on Brand Torek or his deputies to help settle things down.

Emery Shier is Thornbury’s local alchemist. He sometimes works with Heinrich Krebs to replenish supplies, but by and large makes himself available to the Thornbury locals to meet their more pressing needs. He runs his shop from the kitchen of his home. His alchemical supplies are more limited in variety, but of equal quality to Heinrich’s.

Albert Wright is a good enough Veterinarian to minister to the needs of the animals in both Hengistbury and Thornbury. He keeps his Veterinary Clinic in Thornbury because it keeps him near the Queenwood, Ayle’s Loch, and Brockendale Castle where he likes to search for animals to study in his leisure time. He is not a cruel man and merely makes notes of their habits and lifestyles. He hopes to someday find a rare and exotic creature to study so that he can make a name for himself by writing the definitive text on such an animal. His wish may come true sooner than he thinks.

Morrison’s Forge, run by Donald Morrison, takes care of the metalworking needs of Thornbury. He does well enough, but never seems to get the larger orders that Rorus does. Still, Rorus knows that Morrison does good, if uninspired work and occasionally helps him out by bringing him in to fulfil more general orders if Rorus has a particularly large and urgent request to complete. On these occasions Rorus pays him well for the help.

Tillian Bricklebottom has a small shop here in which he performs scribe and translation services for everyone in the area. Old deeds and wills, the occasional newly acquired manuscript from distant lands and the writing of official documents for Lord and Lady Pemberton tend to keep him reasonably busy. He is fluent in many arcane and strange languages and may be able to help translate a document that comes into the Party’s hands. He supplements his business by selling writing supplies (pens, inks, parchments and papers) to those of the locals who have the ability to write and need to send letters. To those who can not, he charges a modest and reasonable fee to write such letters as they need.