"My friend, you look like an adventure, yes you do. Would you be interested in travelling to Chult? Great things await those who dare. Besides, a chap like you could do great things unhindered by the law. Eh? What do ya think?"

"Unhindered by the law you say? Well that's a bit presumptuous of you, but I must say I do like the sound of great things. Hmm, yes I think I would quite enjoy great things now that you mention it. One ticket to Chult please."

"You must visit Lady Silvane in the Upper City. I can show you the way." He proceeds to lead you through the city streets.

Leann has the young guide lead her to the house in question. 

Selen nods to the bartender and without further words he leaves. He has all his belongings on him. 

" Maybe that's one way of escaping the grasp of Lolth... " he muses. Still he doesn't know anything about this new land they were referring to. "Can't be worst then the underworld?" he says out loud turning his head toward the shadows. 

Selen makes his way toward the Lady's house asking for directions once or twice. He takes care to keep his features hidden under a hood not to scare people away and keeps a careful eye for thugs and pick pocket that seem to thrive in this city.  

Shank casually makes his way to Silvane's mansion, always on the lookout for trouble or treasure.

The manor is easily seen from four blocks away, the elegant building larger than most, even compared to the other mansions. Painted in white and tints of blue, the manor has none of the drab that comes with the others. A few house guards stand near the entrance plaza, shoving off more than one homeless person claiming to be an "adventurer". Several other people gather around the entrance, an Aarakocra, a Wizard by the looks, and several others.

(This is a chance for the group to get acquainted.) 

Leann, a pretty blond woman wearing chain mail and with a long sword at her hip, moves towards the building.  She has her blond hair tied back in a long braid that reaches down her back to her waist.  The symbol of torm is emblazoned on her shield.  She gives the various individuals around the entrance a nod as she approaches.

Yesqirelle finds a convenient patch of shadow to hide in, and proceeds to ignore everything around her.

A young half-elf with dark black hair and wearing a confused look on her face accidentally bumps into Leann while looking at a map. "Oh.... I'm so sorry," she says, rolling the map up. The symbol of Selune is obvious on her shield.

"No worries."  Leann says nodding to the warrior.  "Where are you headed with your map there?" Leann asks with a nod to the map this time.

Selen walks toward the warrior and nods back. His black ebony skin apparent has he pushes back his hood. His black long hair with white locks are left unkept. He has several apparent weapons most ready to be drawn. 

He side steps the half elf before she blunders into her hand going to one of the weapons before checking himself. 

He stays a bit of to the side but close enough to hear what is being said.

"Um... I'm just trying to find my way around honestly," Ceidil laughs nervously. "I have a horrible sense of direction most days. Where are you folks going?" 

Selen hears a quiet voice by his ear.

"You're a long way from home, cousin."

A slender, rather sickly looking wood elf is standing next to him all of a sudden.

Selen doesn't jump or react. He is used to hearing voices coming for the shadows. 

He turns to look at the wood elf and nods. 

"I am." he a'swers in a strongly accented common. "beware of the shadows cousin, it hides more than you think." 

She smiles sadly.

"Oh, I know.  Trust me."

"Well I'm heading to learn more about some lady who is sponsoring adventurers to go to Chult."  Leann says to Ceidil.  "Would you like to accompany me?" 

One of the rougher looking guards approach. "Hey, you there! Clear off, I got enough scum around here as it is. I don't need you lot in my sight!" He spits on the ground.

Yesqirelle clears her throat delicately.

"Excuse me, but I believe I was invited.  I received this letter."

She shows the guard the letter she received in the temple.

He looks her up and down, "Ha, you must be joking, your a little soft looking to survive Chult. But it's not my business." He tries to act more professionally now that he knows you are a guest. "Go on in, a servant will meet you in the hall."