History: 12.

(Oh good. I thought I was actually going to be more than just mildly useful. :P)

I mean, there’s no harm in trying: 12

(If this isn’t a group check, ignore this.)

Nobody can't seem to recall any information about Pterafolk.

When the rest of the party goes inside, Mel will stay outside to keep watch from the shadows.  He trusts he'll get his split.

You knock on the door, and a deep voice rumbles from within.

"Enter."

Inside is a large man, towering over any of you. He wears a white and blue robe hemmed with gold. You look up to his face, and find that it is covered with golden scales, hard horns rising from the top of his head!

"Welcome. I am Zindar, the Harbormaster of Port Nyanzaru. What is your business here? Also, yes, I am half-dragon, and yes, I can breathe fire, and yes, I will breathe it at you if you don't shut up, and no, I don't care if you didn't even begin speaking."

Gene stands at the ready. "Sir, we captured a pirate captain out on the sea near Port Nyanzaru. Assumed you may want him or at least point us in the direction of someone who does."

"A pirate captain? How wonderful! I currently have a bounty for any pirate ships that are captured, as well as a bonus for any pirate captains found. 2000 GP for the ship, 500 for the captain."

Tab whispers to Gene "If we hand over the Pirate Captain, we can use the 500 as a group fund to hire a guide and maybe buy a few protective measures as well." 

Nobody lets out a long whistle, and starts to give an approving nod when another thought prompts him to clutch his horns.

"Ohhh no... oh nononono! I was so out of it for most of that trip. What was done with the ship? Was a skeleton crew put on it?"

He looks to Gene, and then to everyone else before another thought occurs to him.

"Where's -- Where Mel this time?" 

"Sad to say we aren't really the type of people who knows how to navigate a ship so we left it floating on the seas of Chult. But if you're still interested, Captain Ortimay may lead you where it was last time. They'll maybe take the bounty for it though. Either way, you can talk to her more once we get to the ship's cell currently holding the pirate captain we captured. Shall we?"

Gynugri gestures Harbormaster Zindar to follow him as he leads him to the Brazen Pegasus.

(Sorry if I didn't mention this. The sailors towed the other ship behind them. Nyah bad DM!)

Gene coughs for attention and says, "What my compatriot here meant to say was that we towed the other ship. He didn't take the sea voyage too well and kept his eyes forward only."

(For shame, Wooby. For shame. :P But yeah! Money... most of which should have to divide with the crew)

Nobody lets out a sigh of relief and pats his chest a few times. 

"That is at least one concerned taken care of." 

Nobody sucks in a deep breathe through his nose, sweeping and patting his hair back into its proper place. A second later it poofs out again, but he doesn't appear to either notice or be bothered it. 

"Maybe along the way you can tells us a bit about your fair city, Sir Zindar? I know your not a guide per se, but any little thing you could provide as we go would be most appreciated. After our warm welcome to the area, avoiding future unnecessary entanglements would perhaps be best, after all."

(We're just splitting it for 625 gp each, right?)

(If its just between us? It'd be 500 actually. Including Ortimay and her crew as one whole, it'd be roughly 416gp.)

(2000 for the ship, 500 for the capitan.)

(Aye, that's 2,500 gp in total. Split 5 ways its 500 each.)

(Wow . . .I forgot we had 5 people.  I need to wake up.)

"Well, what do you want to know about Port Nyanzaru? What are you all here for?"

"We're here looking for a reputable guide; someone who can get us into the heart of the jungle and back out again, once we find that which we seek. Before we find a guide, it might do us well to find someplace to set up kip, and before that, (or maybe in conjunction) a meal. I seem to have finished the last of my rat jerky." Tab looks forlornly into a pouch on his belt, and finding nothing there, opens his flask and peers into it, attempting to see if he somehow missed a drop or two.