Yesqirelle nods her assent.

"I have no possessions here other than those with me.  I am ready."

b"Ready when you are." Leann agrees with a nod.

"I m ready." Selen says. But takes out his short swords just to be sure. 

He nods at the others to do the same. 

Silvane chuckles a raspy laugh. "I'm not going to teleport us into a volcano. We will be perfectly fine." 

Shank gulps down the last of his wine and hefts his pack.

Selen looks at the Lady and shrugs. He keeps his swords out. 

Seebo does not have his backpack and looks entirely unprepared for a long trip “Oh, umm, I was just out on a shopping trip...” Then with a confident tone, “Of course I am ready, I have foreseen this day. I just travel light, that’s all.”

(he will be departing with only his clothes, spellbook, focus, and 15gp)

"Are you sure? I'm sure we could wait for you to get your stuff..."

"There is a certain urgency to this all affair." Selen says. "And I m sure the the Lady can help us find the necessary stuff we need to help her. It's a new place and we will probably have to go shop there."

"We will definitely need to shop."  Leann says with a nod.  "The jungle has its own threats and there are things we will need if we are to survive in it for more than a few hours."

"Okay then," Ceidil nods, "I suppose your right."

"Alright, here's hoping we don't land in a volcano." Silvane rasps. "We will be going to port Nyanzaru, the only city in Chult." She begins the teleport sequence.

The room starts to swirl, slowly growing darker, until completely  black. Strangely, the last thing you hear before the black, is a parrot saying "Volcano". Light begins to fill the room again, but you are no longer standing in it.

You appear in a tropical city under the blazing sun. The familiar sounds of a harbor — creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones — mingle with voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhalations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit mixes with the wharfside smells of fish, tar, and canvas.

Beyond all that, Port Nyanzaru is an explosion of color. Buildings are painted in bright shades of blue, green, orange, and salmon pink, or their walls are adorned with murals portraying giant reptiles and mythical heroes. Every building sports baskets and clay urns of colorful flowers or is draped in leafy, flowering vines. Minstrels in bright clothing adorned with feathers and shells perform on street corners. Multicolored pennants and sun awnings flutter atop the city walls. A crowd of children dressed in feathered hats and capes races past you, squealing in delighted terror as a street performer costumed as a big-toothed lizard stomps and roars behind them. The whole city seems to be bustling, sweating, laughing, swearing, and singing.

Yesqirelle blinks in the bright light, and draws her hood closer around her head.

Selen had his eyes closed because of the vertigo sensation and he wanted to have time to adjust his sight just in case. He instinctively opened them and hissed in pain and surprise as the light stung him.. 

Shank shrugs. Port Nyanzaru is not so different to Baldur's Gate, except that the air is clean, the buildings colorful, and the inhabitants do not look as though they had just committed murder. 

Blinking the sting out of his eyes Selen pulls the hood over his head trying to find some shade and cover his sensitive eyes. 

"Where do we take you Lady?"

Ceidil looks around curiously, "This place is interesting."

"I will be staying with a friend of mine, one of the merchant princes. They are something akin to rulers here."

Yesqirelle clears her throat shyly.

"Where would you suggest us to start?"

Seebo casts a minor illusion of a 5’ wide umbrella over Selen then he steps into the shade he created and says, “No need to thank me New Friend. I’m more of an indoor gnome myself, so I get it.”