Looking around at all the metals, Slither takes a step forward. "We are supposed to be here, yes?  Metals are good trade goods, yes?"

Shariel weighs two ingots, one iron and one adamantine, in each hand, "Well, I guess we should make sure we are well compensated, right? Maybe drag a few bodies in here and pin it on the newts?"

“They’ll pay what’s fair. If we steal, we’ll get ourselves into a load of trouble.”

Yasei: "That muscular dwarf, Sithi Vinecutter, outside with Musharib, told us that in exchange for the deaths of the firenewts, she will 'provide information and some of the adamantine ingots in the cave.'  I'm not sure what she meant by some, but I believe you noble warriors are free to take what you like.  We deserve as such."

“I still think it would be nice to allow her to present our reward to us. Nobody likes peeking at presents early on a winter festival.”

Bree

"Especially since we've already helped ourselves to some of their armor. And besides, dwarves, you know? They'll know every last ingot. Mal, remember Two-Fingers Stonecutter? Yeah, he wasn't too handy with his pick, but boy did he know when his purse was one copper lighter... He wasn't too... handy! Hee!" and then she snorts, which makes her laugh more.

HRAKHAMAR - SUCCESS.

As you guys leave the cave, Musharib is overjoyed at seeing you all and having recovered the gauntlets. Sithi, tending to the dwarven prisoners you recovered, allows you to take a total of 20 adamantine ingots from Hrakhamar, but the dwarven plate must be returned. Put back on the armor you were wearing before.  

In addition for clearing out the firenewts, Sithi promised you information:

She knows the location of two places that may be important in your search for the Soulmonger. She witnessed seeing a "flying boat" from a far off land crash somewhere in the jungle. (She shows you the location on the map). Also, the Ziggurat of Orolunga is said to have an oracle that might have information as well.

Musharib has promised to join you in your quest from this point on, as promised. 

Clayton returns it understandingly, albeit a bit disappointed.

Shariel is grateful for the mutual success but adds, "You are all aware of a dragon in the depths below, yes? I believe it was a small, impish creature that tols us of it."

Yasei feels a sudden uplifting growth in her soul. A certain proudness of our accomplishment.  She feels like she’s advancing in her quest to prove her worth to her father.

OOC: That, and she wonders if she’s now level 3? 😃

Soon, level 3.

Sithi and Musharib give each other worried glances at mention of the dragon, but they are not completely surprised. This news will, at some point, need to be explored and taken care of, but not today, as red dragons are crafty, cruel, and dangerous.

With Hrakahamar liberated, the albino dwarves can move back in. From this point on, you can travel to Orolunga, the "wreck" Sithi mentioned, or anywhere else in Chult you'd like to explore.

OOC: I propose heading to Orolunga. Sounds more promising of a lead to find the Soulmonger than just a steampunk airship crashing in the jungle. 

OOC: An Oracle does sound interesting. Oralunga

OOC: Crispy, what day are we currently on in our countdown?

Bree

"Yeah, and Mizzy, isn't that the place your weird encounter in Port Nyanzaru told you about," she asks Shariel. She intones like a wise old seer, "The Wise Guardian of Orolunga. Lead on, Mooshie!"

She will ride on Bumble the triceratot. Who she still calls Tundro when it's just the two of them. She allows her luggage to be strapped to him so Mal doesn't have to carry it.

As the party travels, slither studies the triceratops intently, occasionally putting on his frames to take notes.

This is the 18th day. Looking at the book and doing calculations. One moment.

Orolunga is about 8 days north in the jungle. Musharib knows the way.

“So, Mr. Slither, apologies if this seems a bit blunt, but is it common for lizardfolk wear spectacles?”

We will begin our 8 day journey tonight. My the gods bless our journey.

Mal just gives the lizardman a pat on the back.

"Thanks for helping us out back there Scaly. Don't know what would of happened had Bree gotten to me while I was still down."