Coriana replies to Khessa, "I was looking to acquire a different weapon at the bazaar, I'm sure we could pick up some handkerchiefs or other fabric to make protective masks out of there as well. And now I don't feel as selfish for wanting to go out of our way just to buy a flamin' scimitar."

Theldrin dismisses Dusk back to his pocket dimension, gets his gear together and joins the others for breakfast at the bar.  Looking refreshed from a good night's sleep, he nods agreeably with a smile at the prospect of visiting the bazaar. "Ah, that's a good idea to look for handkerchiefs."

Xanrym joins the others for breakfast. His ankle feels better this "morning," but he looks tired.  He says, 'It's hard to feel awake when there's no sunrise not even a sky in this place."

Xanrym relates the flight that they saw in the alley the previous night. He shares everything that he heard and saw when he followed the Inheritors as they left to return to The Riddle.

After the group has breakfast, he's ready to head to the market.  He says something about getting some rope to replace the ropes they left tied off at the Earth Node and at the entrance to The Rift.  But, really, Xanrym is just happy to delay their trip onto the Sullen Sea a little longer. 

Xanrym doesn't share the real reason he slept poorly and feels tired today.  He kept waking up from confused nightmares throughout the night (e.g., "waking up" in his room at their bastion because fish-faced people were breaking in, led by Garath, the leader of the naga cult).  Or the dreams -- barely remembered -- about floating in deep, lightless waters.  Now that he's awake, he finds it disturbing that those dreams felt pleasantly relaxing while he was in the dream. Like he was "at home" and safe in the cold, dark water.

"Yes, I understand." Khessa's blue eyes search Xanrym's. "It was the same for me, during the first days of 'drow hospitality,' which changed my life forever. But after a while," she shrugs, "you get used to it." ('Especially when you have far worse problems to worry about' she thinks privately.)

When Coriana mentions the bazaar, the blonde arcane warrior approves, laughing and patting her on the shoulder: "Right, good idea! And woe betide anyone who tries to stop us women from doing a little shopping!"

Avery does look at his comrades, but politely asks, "I will have your back, just don't make me lug bales please."

Theldrin grins, "I must admit I'm very curious to see what the markets will look like in a city such as this..." he takes a sip of tea, then adds, "the Osgard family has merchant connections in many regions, but never ventured into Underdark commerce as far as I know."

You head to East Row, which is an active marketplace. The wide road is choked with carts, booths, and tents, around which swarm sellers hawking their wares. Myriad items are available here, including riding lizards, sweet meats, buoyant fossilized mushroom fibers, silver, pelts, crystals, vellum and pens, weaponry, and more. The assortment of buyers varies equally, and you see a few stooped giants, dozens of drow, duergar, grimlocks, and even a few stranger creatures. Dancers, magicians, stalactite throwers, fire-eaters, puppeteers, and tattooists peddle their talents to any and all commers beneath the green light of hundreds of hanging lanterns. The hard eyes of armored bodyguards and mercenaries warn would-be robbers.

As you a approach, a few duegar merchants offer you rat kabobs and mushroom sandwiches. What kind of items were you looking for amongst the hustle and bustle of the Bazaar?

Khessa is looking for handkerchiefs to protect the face - or at least nose and mouth - from the spores of the island.

Coriana was obviously seen (while in the safety of the inn) carefully counting out her coins before the trip to the bazaar. 

Coriana is seeking out a pair of matched scimitars, or if she can't afford that (she can't at PHB prices) or at least a single.

As the group eats breakfast Syllen will ask the cosmos of their world for protection along the journey.(Everyone receives 9 temp HP) If Coriana mentions wanting two scimitars but obviously not having enough gold, Syllen will offer to help pay for it.

Well the group is at the bazaar Syllen focuses on listening to the people in the area to gain any useful information from anyone he can understand.

Perception Roll: 27

Theldrin is also interested in something like a handkerchief to help protect the face from the spores.  If Coriana still needs help with funds he will offer to pitch in as well.