Velan had expect that the presence of Zitembe and the prophecy of Savras about their quest to end the curse could dissuade Jesssamine to offer them some support. A good price when dealing with the poisons, maybe. Free toxins only in an unlikely, nigh impossible, scenario. Yet the prince promised to deliver venom at no cost or so it looked like until the elder listed the papers she had given to them.

“This is a proof of favor. Strong and serious. The kind that could put a number of the smugglers on the jungles on our side, in hopes of earning some grace with the prince. But I don’t think that was the reason we received it.” He said to Ran, still flabbergasted by the sheer amount of privilege in those few pieces of paper. Two days and they were already that far. If they succeed in their quests then Vanica’s word may well become true. “This is the price for her help. She wants the Reds done with and considering how explicitly worded this is, she doesn’t really care if they find out. Enmity with Thay is nothing new, conflict would happen one way or another and we may just be able to defeat the enemy early for the Port.” A fortunate coincidence for Inete. One that would not have favored them if divine intervention didn’t suggest they have a chance at success. “Ran is right about keeping it secret, though. And I would like to buy some herbs, incense and charcoal for a spell .”

He was close to finishing the spell, so it was a god idea to have its components ready. He now had the necessary gold and eyes on the sky would likely be invaluable in the jungle. Before the curse, before the Red Wizards, there were beasts. One could never have a scout too many, experienced had taught as much.

“Remember when I mentioned teleportation magic and how it could bring an army of undead here? Maybe it was not only a theory, after all. And in this case, I am not a religious person, but gods help us.”

Notes: Before returning to the Thundering Lizard, Velan would like to attempt buying the material components of the Find Familiar spell in the Grand Souk. Aside from that, Velan will be ready for waiting the poison delivery.

* [Late response to Danica's druidcraft spell:  "It gon' rain!"]

Just in the short time you spent inside Prince Jessamine's villa, the environment outside has changed considerably.  There are tall dark clouds massing in the southeastern skies and the wind is behaving erratically; gusting at times strong enough to cause the palms to bend and sway, and at other times falling completely still.  It is still swelteringly hot and the sun is still shining, but it seems a storm is about to break.

Ran looks up at the darken skies and starts to laugh.

"Now why do I think that a right big piss of rain is going to make this sticky jungle so much worse than it already is?" Ran says. "Let's get a move on before we have to swim back."

While Velan happily studied his new licence for murder (Meili did not see much difference between a common murderer and an execution without a trial, and did not change her opinion about the deed either), Meili was studying descriptions of ingredients and the preparation methods. There are practically no poisons out there that could not be used as medicine (and vice versa, of course). She did not hope to remember everything right away, but those papers were wort as much, if not more, than the book of Mr. Geddarm. If allowed, she would carry the precious papers or suggest keeping them with the book (and carry it too).

Meili was silent during that visit and even now spoke just to answer the last Ran's remark. "I think our guide is expecting us to come back with everything already bought and ready. Except for canoe, maybe, because he hoped to book a passage on the ship." She grimaced slightly - sailing was not the best experience in her life - but then remembered. "Though, if the prophecy is to be believed," (her tone left no doubts that she personally did fully believe it) "we are going through the jungle."

It felt very fitting for the woman that dealt in poison and assassinations to be dressed in such a way and hidden by a mask. But the gloves gave Danica pause. To help further hide her identity? If she had distinctive scars or tattoos on her hands it would make sense but it felt stifling just to look at, especially considering the amount of rain they'd be expecting shortly. 

At her questions about the Theyans taking over a dock, she began shaking her head before catching the same motion from Grandfather Zitembe and realizing that it wasn't directed at them. The name of the port she mentioned sounded familiar and she knew it was on the map she had but couldn't remember where it might be located. The Priest (or was it former priest now?) made a rather good speech in their favor but Jessamine's reaction was impossible to discern, which was likely exactly how she liked it. Danica's curiosity mounted as she began writing and she couldn't tell if she should take the woman's words to heart or roll her eyes at her feigned sincerity about lives lost. 

Velan built upon the groundwork that Zitembe laid out and thankfully spoke plainly about the reason they had come to the sailor's relief. Though Jessamine's reply did cause her to roll her eyes this time, the brunette poorly hiding the expression as she touched her hair. She was a little caught off guard as the Merchant Prince suddenly gave the Grandfather the things she had been writing and faced her. Green eyes blinking in dazed surprise nodding before opening her mouth before closing it and giving a small shake of her head. "Shouldn't be surprised that ya know where we're stayin'. You have our thanks." She couldn't help but wonder what 'the rest' was, but felt it would be rude to ask at this point. 

Noting the old man's reaction, Danica stayed close by his side, practically expecting him to faint at any time until they got outside and he explained what she had given them. Nodding in appreciation as she glanced through the detailed journal, the druid was amazed that she would give them such a useful guide. "This is amazing. Take a look." Before passing it along for the next interested person to view. Frowning slightly as Zitembe detailed the rest, she tried to wrap her head around the implications that seemed to make him pause in such a way but was personally of the same inclination as Ran. "Maybe to give us better backing? Should the Theyans have tried to hire any native Chultans, they'd know they were on the wrong side? Or to show anyone else we encounter that might try to get in our way in a non aggressive manner." She shrugged, taking a guess. "The jungle is hardly a place for the law, execution order or no. But any law abiding citizens out in the jungle would likely still respect it nonetheless." 

Turning her attention to Velan as he better explained the gesture to them, Danica hummed in agreement and then brought up, "She did rather deliberately mention the fact that they had taken over that port, what was it 'Castle Lear'? Castiglear? Not sure why or how the Theyans control it now but seems like she doesn't want it to continue. Seems a bit out of our way but if we're encountering a whole 'mass' of these red robed bastards then that should wipe some of them out and make it easier for the Merchant Princes to reclaim this port." 

Nodding at what Velan brought up (both the going to market as well as the pleading for the gods aid), the elf stated, "Meili's right, we should take this time to gather the supplies we need for our journey before we meet Hew. Not sure if it's a ship or canoe but it'd only be til the end of the Soshenstar. Then we'd be travelling by foot through the jungle." Twisting to take out Volo's monster book and flipping to one of the last pages where she had scribbled their shopping list she read off again, "Two rain catchers, extra waterskins, possibly a barrel and a pack animal, tenday's worth of dry rations, two month supply of insect repellant, healing supplies and don't spend all our money. Should also throw in some fruit or veggies if we can afford it. Don't want anyone catching scurvy on top of whatever else the jungle holds for us." The sailor let out a long sigh, starting to feel a little light in coin compared to the tasks ahead of them. "Just want to be open and honest, got about a hundred n twenty gold left after payin' Hew. So let's hope there's a buy one get one half off sale going on. Want to make sure you lot get your due." Squinting up at the stormy horizon in spite of the current sunlight as the wind whipped her hair against her face, Danica made her way towards the Grand Souk.

Mica stood in the back in silence as Danica, Velan, and the priest spoke with the Prince.  He let those with more skill with words state their cause, he had little to add to the conversation and he found her mask…unsettling.  Still he admired the expansive gardens on the way in and out of the compound.  He was just as surprised, and confused, as the others when the priest explained what she had bestowed upon them 

 “More likely, she stands to gain with the wizards out of the way and if she can get us to do it, all the more better for her.  Gods and princes all add tasks to us, they will weigh down our packs like rocks.  Still she provides us items of use.”

 He briefly glances through the journal Danica passes around.  Again, he was not much for books, but the drawings and instructions on extracting venom from beasts in the jungle caught his eye, and reminded him of another need.  As Danica details the shopping list, he clears his throat and adds in. “I am in need of some tools to harvest animals, they would help in extracting the poison, as well as other materials that we could use, or trade. You could add those to the list or” he continues in an almost embarrassed tone “you did mention payment for us, I would use it for those.”

He laughs as Ran mentions the rapidly turning weather and looks up at the darkening skies as they head to the market “This will not be the last time we get pissed on this trip, best we get used to it.”

You visit the nearby Grand Souk and are able to begin the shopping necessary to outfit your expedition.  It is not long before the winds are howling, the skies grow dark, and the rains begin.  It pours down in sheets, at times blowing sideways, at times falling straight down like a curtain of water.  There is no cooling break, like a thunderstorm back home.  

The merchants and other locals pay the storm no mind, though a few take precautions to pack away items in jeopardy of being blown away by the storm.  Danica, you have seen your fair share of severe storms in your time on the sea, but the rest of you would note this as one of the fiercest thunderstorms you have experienced.  Velan, you haven't seen a storm this bad yet, but from talking to locals you understand they are quite common and based on their reactions, this is just what they consider 'a little one.'

The fury of the storm soon blows over and the rain slows and then stops completely.  In less than 30 minutes, the sun is back out, and but for the muddy puddles and loose palm fronds throughout the markets, you might never have known the storm had ever passed through.

In your time perusing the markets, you locate the following items from your shopping lists:

• Rain Catchers - A rain catcher is a simple contraption consisting of a 5-foot-square leather tarp and a wooden frame with legs. When the tarp is stretched across the wooden frame, it forms a basin that can catch 2 gallons of drinking water per inch of rainfall and hold up to 8 gallons. The tarp and wooden frame fold up for easy transport. A rain catcher costs 10 sp and weighs 5 pounds.
• Waterskin -  Costs 2 sp and weighs 5 pounds.
• barrel - Costs 18 sp and weighs 70 pounds.  Can hold 40 gallons of liquid.
• rations (1 day) - A wide variety are available, from the hard tack and dried jerky you are familiar with, to more exotic fare like salted cashews or dried plantain chips.  Costs 6 sp and weighs 2 pounds.
• Insect Repellant - 

  Insect repellent can be purchased in Port Nyanzaru in two forms: blocks of incense or a greasy salve. The merchant prince Kwayothé controls the sale of both. Neither kind of repellent protects against giant insects or vile swarms of insects.  A block of incense sells for 1 sp. When lit, it burns for 8 hours and repels normal insects within a 20-foot-radius centered on it.  A gourd or vial of salve, which sells for 1 gp, contains 20 applications of odorless grease. One application protects its wearer against normal insects for 24 hours. The salve is waterproof so it doesn’t wash off in rain.

• healer's kit - Costs 4 gp and weighs 3 pounds.

•  Harvesting Kit - Costs 29 gp and weighs 5 pounds.

• potion of healing - Costs 52 gp.

[If I missed any items, let me know and I will get you the price.]

Velan is indeed able to find the 10 gp worth of herbs, incense and charcoal he needs for his spell.  There are indeed many brass braziers throughout the city, though if he wants to conduct his ritual in privacy he may need to make a special request at the Thundering Lizard.

Canoes are available for purchase.  Each one costs 46 gp. It holds up to six Medium creatures and has a maximum speed of 2 mph. It is otherwise identical to a rowboat.  Canoes can also be sold back for half price if you return from your expedition, so you can look at it like a long-term rental with a loss of equity.  Canoes for use on either the Soshenstar or the Tiryki can be purchased in Port Nyanzaru and picked up at villages at the river mouths, so there is no need to carry them from the city out to the rivers, or paddle them through the dangerous waters of the Bay of Chult.

Finally, your curiosity draws you to the animals for sale.  There are a number of different exotic beasts on offer, though not all are suitable as pack animals.

• giant crab - 51
• flying monkey - 56 gp
• giant lizard - 86 gp
• hadrosaurus - 97 gp
• deinonychus - 239 gp
• ankylosaurus - 245 gp
• triceratops - 492 gp

Ran wanders through the market with the others, grumbling about the rain, his spirits lifting when the sun comes back out, but soon the heat saps that enthusiasm.

Not being the caretaker of the purse, nor remembering anything that was on the list of goods Hew mentioned, Ran is soon distracted by the animals for sale. The giant tri horned lizard grabs and holds his attention.

"That's incredible," Ran says before looking at the small placard near its pen. "Triceratops? Hmm. Wonder how hard that would be to back to Waterdeep? You could make a fortune just letting people look at it."

He finally finds his way back to Danica.

"Do we have enough coin for what we need?" Ran asks.

As Ran marvels at the triceratops, an unusual pair sidle up alongside him, riding their own triceratops.  They are a young, bearded human of calishite descent and a late-middle aged halfling with white hair.  They are dressed like explorers, with wide brimmed hats, knee high leather boots and bandoliers full of strange vials.  "Beautiful beasts, are they not?" asks the human.  He pats the side of his triceratops.  "And life savers in the jungle, let me tell you.  My name, good sir, is Faroul, and my partner here is Gondolo.  Pardon my asking, but you have the look of an adventurer... not planning an expedition into the jungles, are you?"

Gondolo:  "We happen to be guides... excellent ones at that."

Faroul:  "Some of the locals can be a touch on the..." he looks around conspiratorially and then leans down off his mount to whisper, "... a little shady.  Know what I mean?  Us continentals need to look out for one another, am I right?"

Gondolo:  "Why pay for one guide when you can have TWO for the same price?  We have the goods, the know-how... and our own triceratops!  Zongo here is strong as 10 oxen, a grizzled warrior, and a trusted friend."

Faroul:  "Those other guides will lead you in circles and then bring you back to town penniless and disappointed.  Us, however... once we lead you to all the hidden sites we know, you'll be swimming in both treasure and stories to shock and amaze the grandkids."

The triceratops groans loudly and then shudders as it expels a mighty blast of flatulence.  The halfling pats her on the side to calm her.

Gondolo:  "Easy girl, easy.  I told you those mesquite beans would disagree with you.  Don't be embarrassed."

Faroul:  "Anyways, what do you say?  Interested in hearing more?"

Ran almost fails to register what Gondolo and Faroul are saying as he's too enraptured by the fact they're riding one of these triceratops creatures. But his brain finally catches up to the conversation as Faroul asks his question.

"There's a might share of shady types back home in Waterdeep," Ran says to begin. "They come in all packages. Some look rough and some get all dressed up and fancy."

He looks the pair up and down.

"Nah. We've got a guide. Claims he can handle the jandal. Might turn out to be a complete muppet, but a deal's been made. And good or bad, a deal's a deal. You go back on those and you get a bit of a reputation."

He looks at the triceratops for a moment longer.

"If we make it back and need to go out again, we'll look you up."

The man, the halfling, and perhaps even the triceratops all express their disappointment and shamble off into the market looking for work elsewhere.

No sooner do the step away, however, than another figure limps up to Ran.  He has the look of a beggar and is missing his right leg below the knee, leaning on a pair of crude crutches.  "Ran?  Ran Deadgleam?  Is'at you?"

Ran recognizes the voice, and though it takes a moment, the face as well.  It is Davynor, a half-elf sellsword and self-styled ladies' man from the Dock Ward of Waterdeep.  He looks emaciated, and the missing leg is new, but it's definitely the same man.  "Good to see a familiar face, even if it's just you."  From what you recall with was the sort of joke he was like to make, but all the life and energy seems drained from him and it just comes out flat and toneless.  

"Do ye have a ship lined up to get out of this hell?  Can I catch passage with ye, fer old times' sake?"

In full agreement with her own words about focus and determination, Meili did her best to only concentrate on the stuff needed right now - equipment. Ok, she did glance towards the dinosaurs (ankylosaurus were fascinating creatures and she simply could not help it to look their way) but in general, she was focused on equipment and faithfully walked with Danica along the market stalls. "With the book and these recipes from Prince Jessamine we might find everything we need on the go, but I would feel safer if we have more healer's kits. One, that I have now, will last only so long." But food/repellent/tents (?) and so on were of higher priority, and she did not insist on buying the kit right away.

(If you agree that herbs can be collected without special equipment - technically, a dagger will work, then I think everything is in the list)

Ran steps back when the beggar approaches him but once recognition kicks in, he starts laughing.

"Well this explains a lot," Ran says, smacking Davynor on his shoulder. "I looked for you for days. That was the last time I paid for information in advance of someone getting it. My old man tore a strip off me over that."

Ran steps back and takes a fuller look at Davynor.

"Crikey, man. You're permanently munted now. How'd that happen?" Ran asks, gesturing at the missing leg.

Without waiting for an answer though, Ran moves in close to Davynor and lowers his voice.

"Not leaving until I finish what I came for," Ran says. "My sister's here somewhere. I've got to find her and that Rosznar brat. But this place is . . . well you know. I can't get a read on the people here. Who to trust and who to stay away from. Best I've got so far is she went inland following Tobem and a bunch of poncy wizards."

He looks down again at the half-elf's stump.

"We've hired a guide missing an arm. Hew Hackinstone or something like that. Know anything about him? Is he as good as he thinks he is? And what about all these merchant princes? They all seem grand and polite, but something's not right."

Davynor looks even more depressed when Ran tells him he isn't leaving.  "This land is a living nightmare."

He quickly relates his story of woe.  He hired on as a last minute replacement for a mission to search for the death curse.  They departed Waterdeep via teleporation, if you can believe it, and spent a week in Port Nyanzaru at the villa of Merchant Prince Wakanga O'Tamu.  His employer was a powerful mage, suffering from the death curse.  She had promised them all fabulous riches and connections among the wealthy and powerful of Waterdeep if they were able to save her from the curse.  Wakanga has seemed a good enough sort, though his feelings have changed on that now.

They also had dealing with Merchant Prince Jobal.  That one was a snake.  He hiked the price of their guide up, practically extorting their benefactor once he realized how desperate she was.  Ultimately they departed Port Nyanzaru under the guidance of Qawasha, a Chultan druid.  He wasn't one of Jobal's guides... the Zhentarim had connected them with him once they grew tired of Jobal's price gouging.  He hates the druid, for all he ever seemed to do was steer them right into hordes of undead.  The druid also has a little plant-man with him... he never spoke, but his leafy eyes were always peering....

They traveled up the Tiryki River, planning to push within sight of a pillar of rock called Firefinger, and then turn deeper inland and sweep across to the Swamp of Sorrows, exploring several ruins known to be hidden in the jungles in that stretch.  That area was full of what the locals call 'Terror-folk.'  Large, half pterasaur humanoids that stalk through the treetops at night.   If they didn't find anything about the curse, the plan was to link back up with the Soshenstar River and consult the Order of the Gauntlet at Camp Vengeance for additional clues.

They had two knights of Torm, a cleric of Kelemvor, a ranger out of Silverymoon, and three mages among their party.  By the time Davynor last saw them, one of the knights and the ranger were already dead, lost to a pack of ghouls.  

It was rot grubs that did Davynor in.  A single zombie had stumbled into their camp one night, and they decided to continue to try to camp there once they dispatched it.  While he slept, the wretched insects had crawled out of the zombie corpse and into his leg.  The knight took it off at the knee, likely saving his life for the moment but leaving him unable to continue.  Being honorable sorts, the knight and cleric sent their last porter to escort Davynor via canoe back to the city.

But Chult wasn't finished with him yet.  Before they reached Port Nyanzaru, they ran into a party of Flaming Fist mercenaries.  They were angry over his lack of a 'charter'... some document they sell which supposedly grants the right to explore Chult.  As if they own the place.  "I was still pretty deep in my fevers... I might have told the commander just where and in what fashion to bugger himself.  The bloody bastards beat my porter half to death, and I spent the next two tendays in a cage at their Fort Beluarian.  It was only when they realized there was no one in Waterdeep willing to buy my freedom that they turned me loose and caught a ride with some banana farmers back to Port Nyanzaru."

When he made it back to the city, he learned the rest of his expedition had not been heard from again, and in their absence the archmage had succumbed to the curse.  When he visited Prince Wakanga seeking aid in transit back to Waterdeep, he was turned away.  So now he is stuck here, crippled and penniless.

"Please Ran... you need to help me out.  I've got friends in Waterdeep that can set me up if I can just get back home.  As I am now, I can't even secure passage as a laborer or cook.  If you can spot me 10gp now to buy my way home, I swear I'll pay it back tenfold if you ever make it back home yourself."

"As far as your guide, I think I remember the name.  A dwarf, right?  Jobal spoke highly of him but was pushing our boss to hire some woman... Salida?... instead.  Some of the other guides though... they said Hew was crazy.  That he had spent a year alone in the jungle and came back a madman.  Qawasha claimed Hew was possessed... that he was some kind of 'spirit of vengeance'... but bugger that druid straight to Tiamat's lair and back."

"As far as I'm concerned, anyone who could live out there for a year with only one arm is some kind of legend."

Ran lets out a deep sigh as Davynor describes everything he's gone through.  For the first time the possibility that Shepard might be dead pops into his head for a moment but then leaves just as quickly. Nothing could catch her.

But the animals, undead, and the Flaming Fist all out there causing problems? And since Davynor went, you had to add in at least two sets of wizards. Camp Vengeance sounded like a safe haven in the middle of danger but was it still even there?

By the time Davynor gets to the end of this story, Ran just shakes his head.

"I'm sorry mate, but I've got nothing left. I'm not even sure I've got coin to cover another night in town," Ran says. "But if I make it back out of the jungle, I won't leave this island without you."

He pauses then laughs.

"But it'll cost you every penny, plus interest, plus what you owed me from before."

He fishes in his pouch and pulls out 3 silver pieces and gives them to Davynor.

"I'll add those to what you owe."

Ran looks around for the others and lets them know what he's found out, adding in that Wakanga sounds like he's friendly as long as you're useful to him. Most of the merchants are likely that way. 

((It's been quite a while since I did this much math guys. XD Not like OUR LIVES DEPEND ON IT OR ANYTHING.))

Danica was certainly no stranger to storms such as these, though it was a little odd for her to be on land during one. She was glad her hair was already tied back but even the loose strands that hung from her pony tail whipped about fiercely in the wind. Worse still was being drenched, which was near unavoidable with an open market such as this. She couldn't help but admire the natives that kept their various shops and stalls still open, simply securing what needed to be and raising their voices to be heard over the winds and rainfall. The one thing that was markedly different was the rain didn't bring any sort of respite to the heat and the elf very nearly felt like she was taking a bath. She couldn't help but wonder if any Chultans would simply bathe in the rain whenever it came like this. 

Not being able to pull out Volo's book that had their shopping list on it for fear of it getting completely ruined, the sailor kept it more or less safely hidden in her leather backpack, trying to remember everything on the list. She took her time, going from place to place and asking their fair price for their wares as well as questions on the items themselves. The insect repellent gave her the most pause and she hemmed and hawed for a while considering how much to buy and of which kind or even if she should get any for their most recent addition, Inete. But funds were tight and she had said that she could take care of herself... Hopefully being from around here would have given her adequate preparation for what to pack. 

Danica could swear she could hear Xallin's voice chiding her for not adequately providing for the entire crew and she couldn't help but wonder what he would do as quartermaster in this situation. Calculating things out, she finally made the last of her purchases for now. 

 When Meili brought up the healing kits, the brunette nodded. "Since you said you already have one I'll just get one extra. I think healing potions are a bit out of our price range unfortunately. We'll have to rely on what we have and our own skills to patch ourselves up."  

Sighing at Ran's question, the elf nodded with a shrug, "More or less. Not gonna bother buying a pack animal until we know if we're going by boat or canoe up river if they can't join us. So also no point in buyin' a barrel cuz who wants to lug that around? Got enough supplies for the lot of us minus our guide and newest tagalong. Figure we can stretch the rations with getting what food we can as we travel through hunting or foraging. Made sure to get a harvester's kit." She gave a nod to Mica. "And since I'm optimistically determined that we will be making a return trip, got enough insect repellent for there and back if this thirty three day journey is to be believed." 

Craning her neck to see Velan come back towards them she asked, "Find what ye needed?"  After speaking him for a moment she noticed that Ran had finished speaking with two strangers that had a triceratops and was now speaking in a rather familiar way with a one legged half elf. She gives them their privacy until he walks back over and goes over what he just learned. Danica grimaced, her nostrils flaring as the Flaming Fists were mentioned. At the end, her green eyes couldn't help but linger on the sorry sight that was Davynor currently. In a low voice to Ran she offered, "I could try and get him a trip on a ship out of here. Wouldn't be able to guarantee Waterdeep as the destination but most places would probably be an improvement to here for him I imagine." 

Mica nods in appreciation as Danica adds the harvesting kit to the list.  He helps pick out the appropriate selection of skinning and filet knives, bonesaw, and pouches of salt, among other items, from an older, wizened Chultan at one of the stalls selling hides and bone ornaments..  “We can gather resources that may aid us in our work with this, but I don’t want to take away from the party resources.  I mean to pull my own weight where I can.  Take my share of the gold from Taban to help with the cost”  He passes the 10gp back to Danica to hold and use for any other party needs. 

Mica grins as he sees Ran talk with a few separate groups in the market  “Quite popular today aren’t you?  Must have a trusting look on your face”  His mood quickly grows somber and he shakes his head as Ran relays Davynor’s story “Rot grubs, nasty business there.  No shortage of threats or dangers, then.  Though the Flaming Fist charter is new, they are shaking down adventuring parties.”  He glances at Danica “Maybe they will recognize Prince Jessamine’s charter, if we happen to run into them”  

As they finish with the shopping he adds “Seems our guide has amassed quite the reputation around town, we hear about him at every turn.  Let’s go see what he has for us, and hope that he turns out to be more legend than crazy.”

Ran shakes his head at Danica's offer to try and help Davynor.

"Ta, bu I'm not sure what would help someone as munted as him," Ran says. "The life he had in Waterdeep is over. There won't be much call for a one-legged sellsword. And he owes half the punters in the Dock Ward already. He's as good as dead if he returns. But if he's still here when we drag ourselves out of that grotty jungle, I'll bring him back. There's probably a price on his egg of a head. Might go towards paying off what he owes my family already. And if he gets locked up, well the Waterdeep jails aren't a spa, but they feed you in there."

Ran turns and watches Davynor for a moment and then looks down at his own legs and arms.

He then picks up as much of the gear they've purchased as he can and points himself back in the direction of the tavern.

"Ready?"