Shank joins his companions at the Thundering Lizard and orders a drink and a meal after he purchases a couple of trinkets which catch his eye. Under ordinary circumstances he would attempt to make off with the items without spending a coin, but he doesn't want to be left behind in a prison cell while the others amass treasure and glory without him.

Leann purchases a room for herself and then buys an ale as she settles into a table. 

Yesqirelle purchases a room for herself, and isn't seen for quite some time.  The next time she is, she looks considerably calmer.

The bartender sets the price at 1SP per night. "Cheapest rates in the Bazzar" he says. The ale costs 1Cp

A short bald Chultan man approaches the group as they buy their rooms. "Hallo my friends, you look hungry, would you care for some fine food?" He passes out menus. "Please, feel welcome in our extravagant inn, we aim to please. Also," He points to a shady man in the corner. Dressed completely in purple, and with a hood over his face. "I would stay away from him, some say he is part of the black market." The waiter winks, and walks away into the crowd.

Selen gets a room. He goes up to clean himself then goes down to drink and eat. 

He keeps an eye on the "shady" man just to see who goes to talk to him. 

“Water!” Seebo gasps, “as cold as possible.” What was I thinking? Honestly, a jungle?  A real life actual jungle? I must have been bewitched or something.

When the waiter brings his water he uses Prestidigitation to chill it almost to the point of freezing before taking several large gulps. “And a room too I suppose.”

After he regains his composure a bit he will ask around to see where a person might go in this city to find wizarding supplies, or better yet, information about the arcane.

Shank saunters over to the man in purple. If there is one thing that he has learned in his years of illegitimate dealings, it is that the black market is the place to go for truly unique items. 

”Well met -hak- friend. I hear you have -hak- connections in the underworld.”

Shank says this in Thieves’ Cant, and if the man doesn’t understand that he will repeat it in Common.

Leann sits at her table, just drinking in the sounds and sensation of being home again.

The hooded man regards Shank, looking him over. "What do you want bird-man?" His left hand disappears into his cloak, and grips something

Shank spreads his wings to assure the man he has no ill intent.

"I have -hak- come from Baldur's Gate, and merely wish to establish some connections with the -hak- black market. I have no wish to interfere in your business."

 Persuasion: 12

Ceidil also gets a room, but stays downstairs to talk with other people.

"How much do you have?" He asks, nodding to your money bag.

"That -hak- depends." Shank replies. "I am either a pauper or a -hak- king. Can you arrange a meeting?"

He eyes Shank. "Perhaps. Why should I help you if you can't pay?" He releases his grip under his cloak slightly.

Ceidil looks around, not really sure what she should do.

Selen has kept an eye on the shady guy and waits to see what enfolds with Shank.

He is ready to intervene. Just in case. 

(Do Seebo’s enquiries yield any information about where to get information?)

Shank opens his money pouch to reveal its contents. "I'll -hak- pay 25% down now, and the other three quarters when -hak- the deal is finished."

Shank looks the man in the eye. "I'm interested in the items you can't find anywhere but -hak- the black market."

Yesqirelle will inquire with the innkeeper about purchasing a guide.