"Hmm..." Musharib ponders a moment, "Aye, I'll do m'best ta help ye. Me folk keep our distance from Orolunga, dangerous as it is, but I know roughly where we might find it. We'll need t'be wary o'halfling's an' th'Batiri. If it be where I think it be, we might find it on the way to Hrakhamar. Of Nangalore I know naught. But if ye help me people take back our home, we'll do what we can to help ye."

"The young Lord Ally Lance has the right of it. The plateau of Mbala, be of such a height that we might see where we be goin'. Never have scaled it me'self but seems sounds a plan as any."

"Halflings? Are those really a danger in Chult? Not that I'm doubting you, but I've come across plenty of halflings in Balder's Gate and the biggest threat they've posed was to a buffet table. And what are the Batiri?"

"I know not of your halflings on another continent, but th'halfling tribes that roam our jungles be a murderous sort. They hunt people, do unspeakable things to them, then carve the flesh from their bones while they yet live and eat it. Bein' wary of the little murderlings is to be livin' to see th'next day."

Misha leans in close, so that only Meera can hear her.

"Ees BulDUR's Gate. Not BalDER." Misha whispers, "Even Misha know thees."

She gives you a loving pat on the back, winking, gesturing for you to continue.

"As fer the Batiri, some be friendly 'nough. Ye seen some wanderin' the market no doubt, some e'en sell their wares here. They be small o' size like halflings, but green o'skin with long pointy ears an' noses. They cover their bodies in tattoos and be wearin' masks most like. Most y'see in the jungles attack on sight, but if'n ye can get them talkin' they be trickable, persuadable e'en."

Damn Norse mythology and Marvel Comics

Meera silently thanks Misha for correcting her pronunciation of the city she lived in for almost 30 years. "Ok. Beware halflings. Small and green with pointy ears? It sounds like the Batiri are a kind of goblin tribe. We'll have to keep an eye out.  It sounds like we're coming up with something of a plan for our travels." As soon as she's finished speaking, Meera unlocks and opens the door unless someone has something else they'd like to say. "Now that we've concluded business, I believe that it's time for us to be getting some rest. We have a busy day at the Coliseum tomorrow. Musharib, Dornos, I'll see the two of you in the morning. Please inform Aphos about our conversation. Goodnight." 

“And good night to ye, ladies,” Dornos says, having risen to his feet as the others leave the table. “We have much to anticipate and to discuss on the morrow.”

 The morning comes and the party is fed by Leander and his family, breakfast prepaid by Lerek Dashlynd and Leander inquires as to whether the party will be staying another night (for another gold per room). The breakfast is what would be considered simple fare in Faerun, eggs, bacon, and biscuits. 

[ooc : feel free to summarize your actions for the morning. we'll be going ahead and jumping to the arena scene shortly unless there are important interactions that you trigger.]

Meera puts down two more gold pieces. "The fights are going to be an exhausting affair. My friends and I will likely require the use of your establishment to rest and hopefully celebrate their victory."

"Looking forward to a good fight." Aphos seems to be excited for once as he eagerly checks over his armor and gadgets.

Just like she did every morning, Misha woke up and stretched, being careful not to disturb the others. She went outside and spend some time running around and getting the blood flowing, finding a place by the docks where she could pull herself up and do other varieties of weight bearing exercises, after about two hours she returned to her room, drenched in sweat and ready for a bath. After she bathed and changed, she ate enough breakfast for at least two people, leaving the smaller, less muscular girls wondering where the calories went. She took careful time to examine her armor and gear to make sure everything was in working order, and with a beaming smile let everyone know she was ready to go.

Dornos had woken from his sleep with a start, flailing about.

When he gathers with the others, he takes the opportunity to recount, “I had an odd dream...I was underwater, but couldn’t swim or breath. T’was...disconcerting. I must confess, I am apprehensive in regards to the upcoming games, and that may be influencing my subconscious.”

Hefting his Chultan throwing sword, he makes sure his armaments are all secured and well oiled before heading to the arena.

Sherri wakes up from her rest with a grin and eats her breakfast fast, excited to head over to the arena and see her friends compete and hopefully win. "Meera and I will be cheering you guys from the sidelines. Mainly me though, but I promise y'all don't gotta get a look at me to get inspired." She gives them a wink. "Or I'll heckle your opponent, don't mind that, I get very into this kinda shit. Just go out there and make mama proud!" 

"I wonder if these fights have betting. Perhaps Sherri and I might be able to make even more money off of today's fights. We'd be betting on your success, of course." And since there's nothing else for Meera to do this morning, she'll head off to the arena when everyone else is ready.

Misha made sure her armor fit snugly and walked off with the others, praising Bane on this wonderful day to earn glory and honor is His name.

As the party approaches the coliseum they have to push their way through the crowd. Mushasrib shoves his way through saying "Make way, make way." The wide boulevard, has been dressed up with ribbons and flowers drift down onto the gathered crowds from the parapets of the coliseum.

The lanky attendant from before greets the party at the door, "Ah... our intrepid fighters and... their followers. Afraid your companions will need to pay for entry. As today is a special event, entry will cost a gold each for front tier seating, 5 silver for mid-tier, and 1 silver to sit in the back three tiers. Fighters, please proceed below to meet with the Master of Arms."

Meera looks to Sherri. "After all of yesterday's spending, as well as purchasing rooms for tonight, my funds have grown low. You don't mind covering this one, do you?

"What, do I look like Mister money bags to you?" The bard says back to Meera in a sassy tone before turning to the attendant. "Gimme dat front tier seating, *****!" Sherri grins as she slaps down the two gold pieces for her and the dork. "Er, I mean, my sweet dude."

"I apologise. I'll buy you a churro while we're here."

Musharib pays his fare, grumbling more as he follows Meera and Sherri up to the lower tier seats, closest to the action. As the three of them ascend the steps into the coliseum they see that even the hallways and the steps are decorated, and as they enter into the coliseum proper they see two towers built at an angle so they lean inwards over the battlefield streaming flowers of every color down onto the sands below. The sun hovers above and the long shadows cast by the towers signal that it's still half til noon.

Musharib shoves some hapless nobles to the side to make room for the three of you. And waves for you to take the seats before anyone can say anything about it. Then goes to find some snack and drink vendors. A man comes by selling some breadsticks that appear to be fried and smell of sugar and cinnamon, he calls this food item a "churro". 

The combatants file down into the armory and Fleia's raptor paces the the front of the room as she sits atop it and addresses the gladiators here gathered. "Apparently the ten of you will be fighting a mighty beast together. I still don't know what's in store for you out there, but the Master of Games says that it is something truly spectacular, so I want you all to make sure to put on a good show. You have about an hour until we'll call you up, as it is not quite midday, and they'll be starting with a foot race. Make your preparations."