Port Nyanzaru.

She sits at the mouth of the Soshenstar River, not just a major trading center in the Bay of Chult, the trading center on the Bay of Chult.  And not just a trading center, the largest city for 1000 miles in any direction...or so say the travel brochures across the Western Coasts.

Sure, 'Zaru boasts nearly 1000 souls, but maybe only half of them are free, many of them don't actually live in the Port.  Of the few that are left, grinding out 12 hour days loading rock and dredging the crocodile, constrictor snake, and bull shark infested river delta, ain't no kind of life at all.  The company stores lend more than the common man earns, so before you know it, you owe your soul to the company sto.

While Port Z is the central hub for the Mooshaes and the Sword Coast, it serves houses and companies all over; Dwarves from the Starspire, Genasi from Calimport, and others.  Similar to Calimport, there's 'everburning flames...but instead of being in crystal lanterns, they're on huge rocks, the pilings of piers, or the trunks of palms.  Instead of clean streets, there's rivers of mud in the rainy season, filty earthen avenues in the wet season and cracked dry dirt in the dry season.

The Harbormaster, weathered, sunburnt old man, runs the place.  While there are self-styled Earls, Caliphs, and Boyars...they all know that without the harbor, this place is nothing.

There are a few places of note;

The Four Markets - the dock-market; the central-market, the gold-market and the slave-market
The Charthouse - the seat of 'government' here with the residence of a few key people, the barracks, the stables, the whipping post, the executioner's block, and the one well.
Dockside - warehouses, ships, sailors, roughhouses, roughnecks, lyin', cheatin', stealin' & wimmin
Rich Quarter - fancy houses, high walls, guards, gates, gold & wimmin
Poor Quarter - hovels, misery, hope, hate, bead doors, bugs, leaky roofs, & wimmin

Why there's only two quarters...by the four markets, I tell you I don't know.
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13 Uktar (Dry Season), 1375

The day starts hazy; as it does nearly always.  The difference is that in the Dry Season, it rains as the sun rises, and then stops.  Usually.

Today seems no exception; extremely humid, the clouds above the haze start to cook off, and there is a torrential downpour for about twice as long as it would take to boil water; then it stops.

Barely a 100-count later, the puddles of water on the rutted earth streets of Nyanzaru are gone, soaked back into the ground.

Not that the heat and humidity are gone - oh no, not in Chult - but they are dimished.  As the sun warms the ocean and the land, a breeze will soon strike up, and that will be a further boon.

At the house of Khalid Ahmed in the Rich Quarter, the last of the slaves puts together a meger breakfast; perhaps this day will see the help that your father has promised?

At the small, but safe, boarding house near the Gold-Market, the morning bell chimes for the residents to prepare for breakfast; with less and less coin every day, Sabu Armiir peers out through the mosquito netting that surrounds her...

While at the edge of the jungle, looking out across the fields that surround Nyanzaru, Alexandru contemplates the pallisade wall that encloses the Port, waiting for the gate to open for the day - though  truth be told, there are enough gaps in the wall, especially toward the Poor Quarter, that he could slip in at any time...

And Ovi and Balrok are roused by the beating of the tom-tom, the drum by which the slaves row, indicating that the double-lanteen galley Mint Slewlep was headed to the quay.

The boat creaks and rocks, and in the half-lit gloom of the hold of the ship, a red-bearded dwarf lets out a small groan from his place on a spartan cot.  "Vergadain's beard, brudder," the dwarf mutters, "I dunno how yu convinced me tu get on this damnable boat.  I think I'm as green as me cloak.  Remind me again why we couldn'ta walked here like sensible dwarfs?  Chult's a peninsula ain't it?  Or we culda gone through the Underdark... anythinged be bedder den these waves."

When the drums start, the dwarf quickly sits up--too quickly from the grimace that follows!  The sunlight streaming through the slats in the ship reveals a scared face, garnet-set eyepatch glinting sinisterly in the sun.  Dressed all in black chain with a small armory of weapons, the dwarf looks ready for total war even in the hold of the ship ("Pirates, yu know....").  He would look forbidding, perhaps even intimidating, were it not for the green tinge to his face and the tangled mess of his red beard--both the results of the long and unenjoyable crossing to Chult.

"Drums!  Now ders a respectable instrument--and that must mean wure close, brudder--thank Vergadain and all du gods!  I'd rather carve me way through uh jumble of jungle monsters den spend one more minute on this damn boat."

Balrok begins gathering his things in the hope that he can quickly abandon ship.
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Alexandru squats beneath an exceptionaly healthy tree who's thick green roots creep out in all directions from the trunk like slithering pythons,it's abundant vines weeping to the earth,freshly kissed by the morning showers. Inahling deep the pungent scent of the Chultan jungle,Alexandru smiles contently at his lot in life,biting savagely into a starfruit he'd come upon earlier.

"Any minute now..."He states matter of factly to a 4 foot figure slumped against the base of the tree,legs straight out,arms drooping to the side,head hanging foward.The sound of grinding stone plates eminated from the figure to which Alexandru replied.

"I know,neither do I,but we need to resupply..."
More grinding sounds
Alexandru smiles and continues,"I need to resupply a bit,a man can't get by eating rocks every day."
What sounds like falling rocks upon slate from the figure,Alexandru takes another great bite from the starfruit.
"I know, I know, sucks to be me,not being able to digest rocks n all.I'm so glad I have you to pitty my state of existence."
With that said a great horn sounds from the port city and the gate creaks and pops as it begins to open for the day's business.Alexandru grabs hold of a vine in one hand and swings himself towards the figure,hurling the starfruit core at the figure,striking it dead center.

"Race you to the gates!"He laughs as he turns about and makes for the gates at a liesurely pace,aware that his companion's stubby legs and weight prevent him from ever passing or even approaching him.More grinding noises from the figure as it leaps up and makes chase.

Her bare feet barely making a sound as she walked to the open window of her room, Sabu looked out onto the street. She hid her nude form behind a sheer curtain as she watched pedestrians walking toward the market. Most of the vendors were already in full voice for she could hear them three blocks away.

She took a step onto the balcony and let the sunlight hit her face. It was going to be hard to let this room go, but she could no longer afford such luxuries. Most of her coin was gone and she was still unemployed. Of course, if she were to lower her standards...

Never. She thought. I lived that life already. It is time to honor those that got me to this point and make a new life for myself.

She released the curtain and relished the feel of the sun on her skin. It was almost as enjoyable as the look on the face of the young man across the street that obviously caught a glimpse of her before she went back into the shade of her room.

She quickly gathered her belongings and began to dress.

After hearing his brother grumble Ovi woke up, squinting his eyes a bit as they adjusted to the dim lighting. We're on dis boat cause time is money brudder. Ya know what I say, "when it's not about da money, it's about da money..."  Not that I like it any better den you... But this way, we get tu Chult soon, take care o' our business with that Cally family, and we can get on t' makin' money...our own money dat is. Vergadain be praised.

He grins and glances at his brother, rubbing his eyes a bit again before standing. He couldn't help but notice the sun glinting off of the array of metallic points and blades from the arms Balrok wore. I still think yu could lightin' up brudder. Der is no need for ya t' be wearin' all dat gear when yer sleepin' on a ship. Works fer me, though. Any lonely lasses come wanderin' 'round here and decide they want t' share a bed, dey won't be choosin' yours, heh.

He bent down and reached under his cot, grabbing a suit of dark studded leather, which he pulled over his head, then slipping on his gray cloak before pulling out a mirror. He went ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back into a pony tail, before clasping a circular golden clasp on it. He smiled and smoothed his well-trimmed beard before putting the mirror away.

Let's check up topside and see if we can get on t' business. An maybe we can find a drink. I could use somethin' t' settle my stomach. With that he scoops up the rest of his gear, and makes his way to the stairs.

Balrok glares at Ovi with his one good eye.  "Yah, y'll be sigin' a different tune when we get 'tacked by pirates or sum turtle dragon!  Yull be diggin' round under du bed goin', 'Hold on a minute, I jus' gotta get on me armor and find me chain!', and BAM!--yu'll be feedin' du fishes!" he expounds.  "'Sides," he continues, nodding sagely at his brother, "jus' cuz I'm paranoid don't mean der not out'ta get me."

As he talks, Balrok paws around in his pack, coming out with a stoppered flask of clear quartz.  "Anyways, I can't find find ya no lost lasses, but I can be taken' care uh du drink!  Garnet wine, from me secret stash.  Brought it for du road."  Balrok swirls the garnet wine, the liquid shimmering and glinting too brightly in the sunlight, then takes a swig and sighs, handing the flask to Ovi.  "Dat's more like it!"  He then busies himself with packing up the Kor-Gim board, placing the onyx and marble game pieces into separate cloth bags and folding them into the collapsible playing board.
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Ovi grabs the flask with a quick hand and takes a swig. That hit da spot, brudder. Good thing wit' all dose weapons ya still have room fer the important stuff--gems and booze.

He passes the flask back to his brother and begins places a booted heal on the first step. I ain't worried one bit about pirates or turtles. You'll be out der battin' dem away an' leavin' me plenty a time to situate meself. 'sides, I dun fight well when I have a sharp pain in me back from sleepin' on a giant axe.

With that he strides up the stairs, rather deftly for a dwarf, and makes his way out to the deck of the ship. He hears the steady thumping of the drums more clearly, as its steady rhythm paces the oarsmen. Ovi strides over to the side of the ship and glances off in the distance, eyeing the port they were approaching.

Taking back his flask, Balrok takes another swig and then belches contentedly.  "Aye, du gud stuff!" he says, holding it up to a beam of light to watch the deep red liquid glimmer and sparkle, "30 gold worth of garnets ground up in it, fur flavor!"

Dragging his eyes away from his precious flask of spirits, Balrok notices Ovi heading up the stairs and out of the hold.  "Hey, brudder, where do yu think ur goin'?!  Yu'r crazier den a moon-drunk elf if ya think I'm steppin' one toe out uh dis here hold until the boat come tu a full and complete stop."

As Ovi continues up to look at the port anyway, Balrok grumbles to himself, "Yur loss--more garnet wine fer me!"  Then, calling after Ovi, "Hey, if yer goin' up anyways, have a look see in on Muley!  I'm worried 'bout du little feller."

Ovi shaded his eyes from the sun as he glanced at the port. He saw the workers hustling about the wooden planks of the docks, loading and unloading materials on and off the ships. Looks like any minute will be makin' our way. Better check on good ole' Muley like Balrok wanted.

He turned away from the edge of the boat and made his way to a pen where their trusted sure-footed ally waited. Muley wasn't much to look at, but then again not many mules are. He was your average mule with coarse, dull brown fur coating his body, a tail that hung slightly to the left, and a slash in his right ear--a mark of his first treasure hunt with the dwarves. The most notable thing about Muley was the deep purple banner. Fringed with a dark golden tassles at each corner, the center of the banner displayed the mark of the dwarven duo. The mark depicts a pair of dwarven faces in profile looking in opposite directions. Above these faces is a laughing dwarven face, the symbol of their patron deity Vergadain.

Ovi strolled up to the mule, reaching out to pet the mule, brushing his fingers along a wirey patch of black hair at the top of his head and then down along his scarred ear. Der's a good boy. Ya better get ready to exercise dose legs. We're gunna be headin' out soon. He reached into his pouch and grabbed a couple sugar cubes, holding out his hand so the mule could take his treat. He patted the mule on the head after it had finished. Soon enough, Muley... Soon enough you'll have some treasure t' fill dose empty bags o' yours. That should make up for the time on dis boat, right? He paused for a moment. And you know da rule, no tellin' Balrok 'bout the sugar cubes. That's our li'l secret. He gave Muley one more pat and a sly wink and then laughed before turning away from the loyal companion.

He made his way back to the door to the cabin stairs. He opened the large wooden door and yelled down Brudder, hurry it up! We're almost in t' port and Muley needs to get packed. Yer da strong one so stop yer hidin' and help!
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Balrok's voice bellows up from the twilight of the hold, sounding somehow slightly green.  "Nine hells I will!  When du world stops rockin', I'll start loadin'!"
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Nuthin's gunna stop rockin' 'til were off dis boat, even if it is in port. The faster ya get Muley ready, the faster we can leave when it stops. Besides, some fresh air will do ya good!

"Maybe some nice dank cave air'd do me gud, but this sea air ain't natural I tell ya--if Moradin had intended fer air tu have salt in it, he would have put it underground!"

Balrok refuses to come out until the boat stops, but when it does, he ventures cautiously out onto the deck and begins loading up the mule.  Muley nuzzles Balrok affectionately in greeting, then goes back to nuzzling Ovi, giving him mule kisses, sticking his nose in Ovi's backpack, and nudging Ovi insistently.  Balrok shakes his head as he loads, eying Ovi and the mule suspiciously.  "Damnest thing--dat mule always did like yu best."
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Ovi chuckles as the mule continually nudges and plants ticklish mule kisses on him, gently redirecting the mule from his pouches. Heh, heh, heh. Down Muley...I like ya too but I think Balrok's getting jealous. Ovi idly pets the mule, scratching along the side of its neck as he watches his brother heft the  bulging saddlebags onto Muley's back.

Maybe if ya used dat soap I packed in Muley's bags maybe he'd like you as well as he does me. Course, you dun have me charm either... Ovi shrugs and starts to help Balrok rearrange the gear on Muley's back to distribute the weight evenly.

Khalid Ahmed - second son to Jassan and Shuri Ahmed of Calimport - grudgingly stirs from a sotted, murky slumber and rolls onto his backside.  The flimsy material of his bedsheets cling to his skin where beads of sweat have already begun to surface

"Curse the day..." he grumbles quietly in his native alzhedo language, sitting up on his bed and pulling the sheer linens away.  Standing with a stretch and a yawn, then very nearly stumbling from the sudden rush of blood from his head, he is forced to blink away the wooziness.  "I should know better than to stand so quickly after waking."

A hand moves to his head to gently massage a sweat-moistened temple, eyes turning to see an empty bottle and glass left atop his study from the previous night, "Most especially when the night before has been spent indulging a fine example of Calimshan Amber Wine."

The sleek nobleman's features contort into a wince at the effects of a mild hangover... especially in combination with the heat.  Though mentally, Khalid notes it is not nearly as unbearable as it has been many other days.  His steps carry him lazily across his bedchamber to where a basin of water sits attached to the wall.  "Come Abdul," dipping his hand into the water expectantly.  It only takes two powerful thrusts of his amphibious friend's hindquarters and the familiar now perches on the hand of his master - raised to eye level.  "We have matters which need attending and new friends to meet this day, but first... we shall have breakfast."

Quickly adorning his robe, Khalid leaves his bedchamber to discover what his father's native staff has prepared for this morning.  Probably fruit and things grinded into paste on leaves as per usual.
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After Muley is packed, Balrok abandons ship as quickly as possible.  Looking around the port, he grumbles, "Well, it don't look like much for the 'hub uh Chultan commerce', but if it's got uh good bar, it'll do."

Spotting a native-looking person leaning against a pier of the dock, Balrok pokes Ovi.  "I recken we culd get that'n tuh lead us tuh Ahmed's house.  I'll wave'm down if yu'll charm 'em!"  With that, Balrok sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles so loudly that Muley whinnies in surprise, waving down the native.

Ovi walks alongside his brother and Muley as they make their way to the docks. Yeah, this dun look like a ideal place t' set up shop. I agree on the bar. We need t' find one an' fast.

As his brother moves off to flag down a native Ovi mutters... Just make sure ya dun scare him off. He then proceeds to pet Muley in an attempt to calm the animal.

He walks over to the man as Balrok attempts to convince him to come over and speak  with his brother. Now Balrok, we're just here 5 minutes an' you're already puttin' the fear into the local populace? He waves his brother away and looks at the man. Now you dun need to worry 'bout a thing. My brother may look all big an' bad, but he's really quite docile. He says as he passes Muley's rope to Balrok and reaches out a hand in greeting to the native.

The name's Ovi... Ovi of the Dwarves. Tis a true pleasure t' meet you. Now, me an' my companions... he gestures to Balrok and Muley. ...just arrived here an' are a bit unfamiliar with the lay o' the land. We're lookin' for a man by the name a Khalid.

Now, I no yer a busy man, I can see it by the look on yer face. Time is money and all... That's what I always say. If you can get us to this Khalid fellow, I'm sure we can make it worth your while. He pats the man on the shoulder.

Ovi's charm wins the man over and he directs them to Khalid's abode. Ovi follows the directions, taking in the meager sites of the city and commenting occasionally to Balrok as they move along. He notes the locations of any bars, and eyes any attractive women appreciatevely.

Balrok will follow the new guide and his brother to Khalid's place.  Clanking down the streets in his chain mail and armory of weapons, Balrok is anything but stealthy, but if this Khalid fellow hasn't noticed the dwarven duo before they get to his front door, Balrok will knock, loudly, with chainmail clad fist, then step back and put on his normal glowering "game face" when it comes to debt collection work, leaving his brother in the forefront.

Presumably Ovi pays the guide!

You've done good boy. An' ya earned a day's wage real quick-like. He winks at the boy and flips him a copper. Worth your while if I do say so myself. Ovi chuckles and smooths his beard, runs his fingers through his hair, and readies a smile to make sure he has his "game face" on as well.

Alexandru halts his trot some 300 feet from the gates upon which sentries now lean and pace like lazy ants on a fence.Smoke billows from various chimneys and other engines of industry,marring the beautiful Chultan sky.The harsh symphony of wheels,hammering,and slave traders barking eminates from within the pallisade which juts up like hideous teeth from the earth.As Alexandru observes the artificial blight upon the earth,his small companion catches up and pushes a toeless foot behind his knee,causing the leg to buckle.

"Lumpy!"He cries out as he falls to one knee,his assailant laughing in it's own strange tongue that sounded like pebbles being tossed about by a shallow stream.Alexandru turned and lunged at his companion only to watch in dismay as the being sunk into the earth,dissapearing as a stone dropped into a pond without a ripple.Alexandru landed hard on his elbows and forearms,laughter rising up from the earth beneath him.
"I should have known better than to try that."He muttered as he sat back on his heels,rubbing the pain from his elbows as he once again turned to face the port.
"Going to stay here?"He asks aloud in a tone which hinted at his already knowing the answer.His companion poked his eyeless,mouthless,and noseless head out from the earth but said nothing.
"I wouldn't blame you,they are vastly overrated by my kind."
Lumpy made a brief reply as he slowly raised himself from the earth.
"Really?Are you sure you want to come?"
He stared thoughtfuly at his companion,surprised by it's response,for an earth elemental Lumpy was awefuly curious.
"Very well..."He said,a tinge of dissaproval over his companion's interest in civilization.
"..but stay hidden in the earth or our visit will draw far too much attention."
Rumbling from Lumpy who began to meld back into the earth.
"Your right,I'm not the boss of you,but if you make your presence known in there don't be surprised when some mad wizard captures you for experimentation or you get mistaken for raw ore and tossed on a ship bound for for Calimport!"
Alexandru turns and makes his way toward the looming gate,the guards watching him closely as approaches.They eye him dully but he knows the Port Guards are wary of everyone and for good reason,this is the Chultan Peninsula.Alexandru nods in their direction as he files through.
"Just passin though for supplaiiiiiii..."Lumpy pokes both hands through the earth grabbing tight Alexandru's foot causing him to fall hard again upon his elbows.The guards erupt into laughter,hooting and hollering,slapping each other on the back as Alexandru scuttles back to his feet,brushing the dirt from himself,and stamping the ground beneath him.
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru,watch your step Tanglefoot!"Was one of the many "greetings" thrown over his shoulder as Alexandru tromped through the gates and into the crowded,dirty,and dusty streets of the city.Although he was sure Lumpy had no idea,the elemental had probably prevented him from being questioned and possibly extorted by the notorious guards.
"I'll rememeber that one Lumpy."He warned.

Alexandru made straight for the central market,wading through the crowds of slaves burdend with assorted loads of trade and dreaming of better days.He scowled as he passed the slave market where several wild jungle dwarves stood forlornly upon a platform,shaggy heads down,hands and feet shackled.The wickedness of civilization made him sicker than any disease he had encountered in the wild.After finding nothing of interest in the Central Market,he made for the docks,hoping to come upon some goods fresh off the boat and a view of the ocean.On his way there he heads down a claustrophobic alleyway in which he spots two heavily armed dwarves knocking thunderously upon a door.Alexandru knew trouble when he saw it and turned to walk the other direction when as suddenly as before he was lying prone upon the earth.
"Rlguhruhk!Now is not the time!" He hissed as he raised himself,calling Lumpy by his Terran name indicating his displeasure.

Sabu opened the door to the antechamber of her room. Her mind was miles away and she nearly stepped on the envelope next to the outer door.

What is this?

With a sweeping motion she snatched the letter from the floor. Her thin fingers snapped the wax seal and quickly unfolded the paper.

An invitation?

Her heart began to pound. No one but the landlord knew of her presence. At least, that was what she believed. The kindly old man must have told someone of her. Her first instinct was fear. But then as she thought it through, she realized that the old man and his wife were probably trying to help her. They knew she was running out of money. They also couldn’t have helped but notice her practicing in the private garden.

...at the home of Ahmed.

She looked at the broken seal on the back and then the words on the paper again. The letter spoke of a meeting with a potential employer. It failed to give details just a residence.

We shall see where this path leads. It could be profitable.

She lifted her saddlebags from their resting spot next to the door, tested the placement of the concealed kukris hidden at the small of her back and walked out the door into the gathering morning heat.

Having spent most of the morning commiserating himself in his hangover, Khalid had moved to a seperate study from his bedchamber.  More of a small library, most of the books were rarely touched as they belonged to his brother who felt that simply having books on a shelf gave guests the impression of intelligence and culture.  Actually reading them was a needless effort.  In his brother's mind, a few worthwhile anecdotes brushed over by charm was all it took to overcome the fact that he didn't have a clue as to what was generally being said.  "You always were a fool, Jassan" Khalid mutters with a shake of his head.  "...and now older brother, you have left for me a fool's errand"

He kneels beside several smaller stacks of books, the bindings on many of them worn and flimsy, the pages bent and creased around corners from being flipped through many times.  This was his personal collection that he brought over from Calimport three months ago.  In a home full of luxury, these were his most prized possessions.  "That I have scoured these pages many times... for many years... and still have not even reached the cusp of breaching their mysteries.  A needless effort perhaps, but I am more prepared for this than he would ever have been.  At least, I can hope."

A sound of metallic knocking echoes through the walls of his father's estate, causing him to tense and stand quickly.  His eyes gleam with intense concentration, focusing on the hallway leading out from the small study and into the reception chamber where a servant will dutifully answer the door.  Visitors this early in the day?  Even those cursed merchant traffickers don't acquire the ambition for their solicitations until high sun.

His thoughts preoccupy him as he takes a few careful steps closer to the hallway as a better vantage for listening.  If it is someone that Khalid wishes not to speak with, the servant will simply explain that he is away... and he will enable this common lie by remaining crouched in this side room out of plain sight.  This would normally be the standard procedure for anyone and everyone whom approaches his home but he is expecting company today.  Perhaps that mercenary whom I sent a summons.. or the supposed troubleshooters my uncle promised... we shall see, his thoughts resume.

Meanwhile, the servant unlocks and opens one of the double doors and greets the dwarves, asking how they might be assisted by the home of Marakhim Ahmed.

[Private to Balrok; Ovi: Marakhim is Khalid's father and actual owner of the estate.  Marakhim's brother Jaffar Ahmed (Khalid's uncle) is the head of the Ahmed family and likely the person you were in primary contact with regarding the debts.  Just putting names to the important people in this hook as I fill in my own background details.  I don't know if the DM has anything to add on that front.]

Ovi passes Muley's rope swiftly to Balrok and extends a hand while flashing a smile uncharacteristic for a dwarf. Well, well, well, good t' see someone's home. It's a pleasure t' meet ya. The name's Ovi, Ovi of the Dwarves. This here is my brother, Balrok of the Dwarves. He gestures to the armored dwarf. An' don't you mind those weapons of his. More fer decoration den killin', I promise. He gives the doorman a pat on the arm.

Oh, where's me manners? How could I forget? Muley, the doorman, doorman, Muley. He says, formally introducing the doorman to the mule.

Anyway, enough idle chatter. Yer probably wonderin' what a pair o' handsome dwarves like us are doin' here in Chult of all places, and at yer doorstep specifically. Well, the two of us our emissaries of sorts for the dwarves an' the church of Laughing Dwarf. We had some very important business with the Ahmed family. Jaffar sents us t' get in touch with Khalid so we could sort matters out. So if ya would be so kind as t' let us in and to mind Muley while we meet with Mr. Ahmed, it'd be much appreciated.

If Ovi and Balrok have any official papers from the church or from Jaffar, he'll go ahead and flash them so they can move along.

Balrok stands slightly behind and to the side of Ovi, arms crossed over his chest, performing his normal and vital roles of glowering (at everything) and serving as a dwarven display case for "decorative weapons."  The garnet set in his eyepatch glints blood red in the unrelenting sun of the Chult, but if the chain-clad dwarf is uncomfortable in the armor, he does not show it.

When Ovi hands him Muley's rope, Balrok will tuck the end under one arm and go back to arms-folded glowering.
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Sabu walked slowly toward the house. It had taken her a short while to navigate the busy streets and make her way to the Rich Quarter.

She gave pause for a moment as she observed two dwarves standing at the front door of the large house. By their demeanor and the facial expressions of the servant that stood before them, their presence was not unwanted. Slowly she approached.

As she stepped up behind the two dwarves, she cleared her throat.

I am terribly sorry to interrupt, but this is the House of Ahmed? I am Sabu Armiir...

She produced the letter with the broken wax seal that she found in the foyer of her room that morning.

... I believe that your master is expecting me.

The servant who answered the door is like a deer in headlights, wide eyes quickly squinting as he attempts to get a word in edgewise.  That word may very well have been "What?" as he watches the dwarf go on and on and gesture towards some strange animal and to the other dwarf who just makes him more scared and uncertain.

A well dressed, and well mannered fellow flourishes in his appearance from the backdrop, placing a hand to either shoulder of his bewildered doorman.

"Kaju, paje de majir (spoken in alzhedo, 'attend the kitchen')"

The servant very quickly and willingly scurries away at the command.  You are then greeted by a young Calishite human with a bright, yet shifting gaze.  He speaks common next, "Come friends, I welcome you to my father's home.  I am Khalid Ahmed, second son to Marakhim.  You are welcome here."

He motions a hand to the beast introduced as Muley.  "Save for the beast, quarter him to the yard somewhere..." he passes a glance around outside and throws a hand up in uncertain suggestion, "...anywhere."

He looks past the dwarves to the splendid form of a female and her words of request before he has the chance to ask.

"You... are Sabu?"

He asks with an incredulous tone.  A moment, just a moment of hesitation and he simply nods his head like a dumbstruck fool.

"Come in, come in... You are all expected and welcomed guests.  Your very wish is my desire to fulfill.  Food, drink, name your needs."

He practically shoos everyone inside and closes the door behind them, ushering servants forward with snaps and whistles to relieve his guests of burdening possessions , bowing graciously as they do so whether allowed in their task or waved away.

"You've all come early, I may be expecting another but for now, shall we retire to the rear patio and introduce ourselves, yes?"

He motions towards an open wall that steps out onto a terraced deck of bamboo planks that is immersed by a well foliaged backyard.  A jungle thicket practically consumes the terrace and the sounds of insects and light breeze ruffled fauna is excessively abundant.  Cushioned chairs surround a small pedastal of a table at your convenience.

Servants quickly provide refreshment and fruit or pasted delicacy upon request.

Balrok breaks his silent glower to growl, "You gots problems with thieves here in Chult?  Cuz if we tie Muley in the yard, and somebudy steals him or our stuff, it's gunna be a really . . . bad . . . start t' our 'business' relationship.  Wouldn't yu reckon', Ovi?"
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Ovi glances over his shoulder when he hears Sabu clearing his throat behind him. His eyes quickly look over her form and his mouth mouth opens into a grin. Heh, looks like Chult might not be all mosquitoes and life threatenin' infections.

He chuckles an then turns his head back when he hears Khalid speak.



Heh, my brudder may be blunt, but he does have a point. Muley an' us go way back, so we want t' be makin' sure nothin' happens t' him while we meet.

'side from that, it's a pleasure t' meet ya. My names Ovi (pronounced: Ah-vee) an' this is my brother Balrok. He gestures to his brother and reaches his hand out to shake Khalid's.

I'll definately take you up on yer offer of food and drink. I hadn't had anything good since we stepped on board the boat for Chult.

Ovi will assist Balrok with getting Muley situated if need be, before joining the others.
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"I think Muley'd like the back padio meself."  If Khalid does not object, Balrok will lead Muley to the back patio, taking an outside route if necessary to avoid leading the mule through the house.

Once there, Balrok will resume his normal silent glower, but will listen intently to Khalid.

While still early, the heat is clearly risen; while Sabu and Khalid might seem a little flushed or perspiring gently, Ovi and Balrok are sweating heavily, and even the mule seems hot.

Sadly, while the gardens and the patio are no place for a mule, there is a small space in the front, inside the wall, where he can be kept over the short term.

Accepting the invitation to the rear patio, out of the heat with the promise of food and drink, is one of the easiest things you can do...

Balrok is fine with placing Muley somewhere within the walls.  Then, as mentioned, he will accompany them to the patio.

Once the situation with the pack animal is determined, Khalid uses a handkerchief to dab at the sprouting perspiration along his forehead.  Refreshment is soon brought along with a bowl of fresh fruit (jungle variety).

"And how was your journey from Calimport," he asks idly.  "I recall mine was not much to speak of.  The weather was... much worse than this.  Circumstances weren't the best all around for me, however."

Not too bad, I s'pose. As far as travelin' by boat is concerned. But I did have t' deal with me brudder whinin' like a new born babe. Ovi chuckles and reaches for a piece of fruit, polishing it off before taking a bite.

Now, we dun like t' beat 'round the bush much. So how 'bout we get down to business. He glances over to Sabu and then back to Khalid.

Will she be taggin' along and needs to hear this or did you have other... He glances at her again, then looks back to Khalid, a sly smile playing across his face. ..."business" matters to attend to with her? The dwarf then gives a slight chuckle.

Standing outside with the other guests, Sabu nodded to Khalid.

I am, sir. I am honored by your request and thank you for your hospitality.

She followed the group inside and sat at one of the offered cushioned chairs.

Sabu’s eyes turned to the dwarf Ovi. Her lips briefly flickered with a smile.

If you’d care, master dwarf, I can show your brother my ‘business’. For, I’m afraid that it would be too quick for you to enjoy it.

She puckered her lips in a phantom kiss to him and then turned her attention back to their host.

[Private to Ovi: Purely a teasing, not a threat... okay a veiled threat but all in fun.]
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Khalid just lifts an eyebrow and gives a quick shake of his head and clearing his throat.  "Ahem... yes, well the business that brings each of you here is regarding the same event.  An excursion into the jungles of Chult in hopes to solve the mystery of my family's lost resource."

He gestures towards the two dwarves, "I don't know what information you managed to receive from my uncle and father before being sent here but I can tell you that no news is good news on my front.  The family mine is lost, along with it's profits, workers and even my brother who handled the affairs before me.  Hence the mystery needing to be solved.  Now..."

He turns towards the only female of those gathered, "Sabu, your part in this... should you choose to be a part of it, that is... is for my protection.  Not that I am without my own capabilities but it is my father's suggestion and your name was given credit to the task.  Thus, me sending specifically for you.  You will, of course, be compensated for the service."

Ovi grins widely and laughs. Heh, well ain't you a feisty one. You dun have t' worry 'bout me one bit though... good ol' Ovi's full o' surprises.

He winks at her and then nudges and leans towards Balrok, putting his hand up as if whispering something to him, but speaking loud enough so others could hear if they tried. Ya here dat brudder? I think she likes ya. Ya better jump on that while you have the chance! With the way she talks, all yer weapons just might even come in handy too!

He chuckles again and returns his attention to Khalid, nodding as he listens to what he says. He then stands, grabbing another piece of fruit.

Sounds 'bout like we were expectin'. Time is money, I always say. So how 'bout we start makin' our way to investigate matters and ya can fill us in on the details as we go?

If you agree, Ovi will ask some questions as they proceed to pack up and move out. Questions he would want to know:
1) When did problems start occuring?
2) How did you know problems were occuring? Who did you receive reports from? Are they available?
3) When you say the mine is "lost," is the physical mine still there, just abandoned?
4) What skills do Khalid and Sabu bring to the table? He would explain that "Balrok handles the heavy work by bashin' skulls and showin' his pretty face and that he handles the more delicate matters, though he ain't too bad in a fight neither. Muley does the carrying and cheerleadin'."
5) Is there anything in particular they should know about Chult/this area?
6) Is there wine or liquor in the house? It's a "tradition" to have some type of drink before starting a mission.

Sabu listened intently to their host. At the mention of the problem with the mine, she nodded once. It was common for rich Calishites to hire help to complete dangerous tasks. But sending a son to investigate was unusual, especially if one son was already missing. This man’s family was either heavily laden with sons, very desperate, or very foolish. Regardless, this venture had potential to be very profitable for Sabu. Body guarding a rich merchant was definitely within her capabilities. It could be said, it was what she was trained for.

When the focus turned to her, she nodded. She was still uncertain how this man had been given her name but it seemed that her misfortune was at an end.

I would be honored to serve you, my lord, in any way that I am capable.

She quickly glanced at the dwarven brothers, hearing their exchange. She could not deny that the words of Ovi had stung her, despite her attempt at wit to cover. But Sabu was used to being given little respect. Males, regardless of race, failed to look past her beauty. It was an advantage, and she knew it. But sometimes her ego would get the best of her.
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At some point after Khalid and Sabu had their exchange, Ovi looks at Sabu and speaks once more, a smile on his face.

Now where are me manners? Here we are talkin' like ol' friends and we haven't even introduced ourselves yet.

He chuckles softly. I swear I see a pretty face an' I lose all me wits. He looks to his brother. Yer s'posed to club me before I say anything like that, Balrok!

Anyway, the names Ovi (Ah-vee), an' this is me brudder, Balrok. And Muley... well, he's in the back, but he'd be glad t' meet you as well.

As he proceeds through the introductions, he gestures to Balrok and then reaches out to shake Sabu's hand.

Sabu smiled at Ovi. She was beginning to think that perhaps she had been quick to judge him. She knew very little of dwarven behavior. Truth be told, she had never been close enough to hear one of them speak before now. It shamed her that she was guilty of judging another before really learning about them, the very thing that she was most sensitive to.

It is my honor to meet you, Ovi...

She turned and smiled at the other brother.

... and Balrok. I am Sabu Armiir. I apologize for my rudeness.

Balrok shrugs, then clubs his brother over the back of the head with a chain-clad gauntlet.  "There'ya go."  He then nods gruffly to Sabu.  "Pleasure, lady.  An' don't worry--it's only me brudder who has an eye fer the human wemen.  I prefer me wemen with more facial hair, heh heh."

Balrok then seems to catch himself, and goes back to glowering silently.
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Rush as one might, there was still a lot of conversation to do, and anything approaching midday called for a nap, not a flurry of activity.

In general, though, the information you need is doled out as you speak...

1) When did problems start occuring?
     Who knows when they started?  But they finished about 6-3 months ago; with no contact and more importantly, no ore from the mine.

2) How did you know problems were occuring? Who did you receive reports from? Are they available?
     Detailed records of the mine is not kept, for fear of it being stolen.  Much, coded, went to Father - it must have been bad news, for otherwise, the two dwarves would not have been sent for.  That the mine had problems is evidenced by no more ore, laborers, or anything else.

3) When you say the mine is "lost," is the physical mine still there, just abandoned?
     Presumably it is still there.  Abandoned or inhabited, who can say?

4) What skills do Khalid and Sabu bring to the table?
     If nothing else, Khalid has been to the mine, once, shortly after he arrived.  And Sabu Armiir makes sure that no harm comes to the august personage of Khalid.

5) Is there anything in particular they should know about Chult/this area?
     It might be wise to find someone who knows something of the region, of such a man can be found...

....Alexandru laughed madly as he stared into the 10 foot deep water gently lapping at the wood and earthen pier.He garnerd more than a few concerned stares from passerbyes.
"Give my regards to the fish!hahahahhaaaAAAAAAAA!"
Lumpy,in his curiosity,had surfaced behind some crates to observe the dreaded ships he had been warned would ferry him off to distant lands.Alexandru,seeing his moment of justice at hand,rushed the small elemental and with a titanic effort and hurled him into the sea much like like an athlete throws a discuss,with a great amount of spinning and a great heave at the end.Lumpy made a fantastic splash and of course,sunk like the stone he is.Alexandru quickly hopped onto some crates to avoid a subterrainean counterattack and reclined upon a heap of bedding as he watched the mariners load and unload their precious cargos,his mind drifting back to his younger days in Cimbar,and wandering the northern coast of Chessenta.

After some very basic conversation ensues, generally inquisitive minds meeting pleasantly with the well spoken and mostly agreeable Calishite nobleman - such as Khalid is - leads to the inevitability of the last question and it might not have even needed to be asked were it not for Khalid's absence of mind regarding his very duty to at least offer a drink to newfound friendships, not to mention the potential aspect of laying side by side as corpses in the near future.

"I have a fellow in mind, who will make up the last of our group... but I have no word on him from those I have employed to seek him.  Some things one can only do oneself.  But first..."

The nobleman gestures towards the inner parlor.  "Accompany me for one final request while you remain a guest in my father's home."

Leading the way, and dabbing casually at the emerging sweat along his forehead, Khalid removes a blanket-wrapped bottle from a wine rack.  A snap of his fingers and a servant provides a tray of small vial shaped glasses.  Khalid unwraps the bottle to reveal a sweat beaded and exotic carafe.  With careful precision, he removes the stopper, a small billow of chill escaping the freshly opened container.  "Icewine, from the north, rechilled just last night by my own hands..." the last statement said with a smile and the ever so slight quirk of an eyebrow, "for just such an occasion."  He fills a vial for each and everyone and lets the servant hand them out before taking his own.

Raising it in toast,  "To our luxuries left behind, to the difficulties which lay ahead and our promise to each other for success or death.  Salúd" the last Salúd part being spoken in alzhedo as a common toast to good health and welfare.

"Now..." finishing the drink in one quick gulp and shaking off the shockingly reviviscent inner chill that follows, "I must be off to find our guide.  This," and he shakes the remainder of the chilled wine before restoppering and rewrapping the bottle in it's blanket, "is saved for his inauguration."

With empty glasses, or glasses left full should the offer be refused, quickly tended to by the servant, Khalid only glances behind him as he walks.  "I would enjoy your accompaniment into town.  I assume you might wish to make your own last minute preparations as it is, we have no time to spare."

[Private to DM fbaker4: I'm just getting into character really.  I don't know exactly how to proceed in getting Alexandru hooked up with the party but I can improvise if you want using servants and random familiar faces found as he walks the port.

The wine by the way was chilled the night prior using the cantrip Ray of Frost.  I took some liberty there since he would have of course rememorized spells in the morning and the icy effect would have likely melted off by now but still leaving a "chilled" effect.  Just covering bases.]

Balrok looks critically at the wine in his class for a moment, then shrugs and swallows it down in one gulp.  It seems to have met his standards, as he nods appreciatively to Khalid and looks wistful as the remainder is corked.  That's ok, he thinks--he can always supplement with garnet wine!

Balrok will follow Ovi and Khalid wherever we are going.

Ovi takes the wine glass and joins in the toast. He approaches the wine in a bit more sophisticated manner than his twin, swirling it around in the glass before taking a small sip to taste it, then finishing the glass. That hit the spot, too bad there ain't more of it.

Anyway, we best be movin'. Balrok and I have everything we need, as long as we get Muley.

He will follow Khalid to look for the guide.

Sabu nodded in appreciation of the wine offered by their host and sipped it.

A fine wine. Must be terribly expensive.

She looked around the opulent room and smiled. It seemed that Khalid and his family had money to waste on pleasing distractions and pampering.

I think I might like it here, despite the heat.

Walking in time with their host, Sabu sets her half-finished glass on a tray and follows the group.

"Yu gunna drink 'dat?" Balrok asks Sabu, pointing at her half empty glass.

Khalid smiles inwardly as he hears the dwarven voice behind him.  Truth be told, were it not that Khalid was in such a hurry orchestrating this event - he would probably be the one asking to finish off the remainder of Sabu's drink.  The last remnants of his hangover did help a little in curbing his usually insatiable appetite for the liquor though.

Nearing the front doors of the estate, Khalid gestures for a servant to approach, "Babit..." and he speaks quickly in his native tongue of alzhedo [Private to Sabu Armiir: Khalid says to the servant "Gather my things and meet me at the overland gates in an hour."]  The servant bows and nods in deference to whatever request was spoken to him and Khalid continues out the front door.

Outside in the front yard, a young native boy is seen tentatively reaching out to pet the laden pack animal left there to graze.  Khalid smiles at the sight and tosses a look over his shoulder at the dwarves, "It seems your beastly companion has met my young apprentice."  Reverting his attention to the boy and mule, he gently calls for the young fellow by name, "Sachu!" gesturing for the boy to approach.  With a nod for the dwarves to tend to their animal, Khalid enters a discussion with the boy in alzhedo.  The boy becomes very expressive in his responses, even imitating tripping and falling flat on his face... then laughing and pointing at the spot where he fell.[Private to Sabu Armiir: Khalid asks the boy how it went at the gates this morning.  The boy then replies to describe a jungle man entering the city, tripping and falling and the guards laughing at him.  The the boy followed the man to the docks.]

With an eyebrow raised, Khalid ruffles the young native's hair and hands him a gold piece.  Addressing the rest of you, "It seems fortune smiles upon us.  We make haste to the docks for our man is there."

He gestures for the boy to lead the way and beckons for the rest to follow.  Khalid makes small talk conversation along the way, rambling at times about how different 'Zaru is to his native Calimport and how he has grown to like it more and more by the day with the exception of the sweltering heat and often unbearable humidity.

When they finally reach the docks, the boy points at Alexandru laying amongst some crates as a makeshift bedding.  Offering the lad another goldpiece he kneels and speaks again in Alzhedo with a warm smile for his young friend.  [Private to Sabu Armiir: Basically, he tells the boy not to spend it all in one place and when Khalid returns he will show his young apprentice some new tricks.]  The boy scurries off with his new earnings.

Before approaching Alexandru, Khalid stops a passing dockworker and points toward some newly arriving boats in the distant waters asking where they come from in common.  "Waterdeep and the northern coast", is the response.  Nodding his thanks, Khalid turns to the rest of the group.  "This could be promising.  Boats from Waterdeep don't arrive every day.  While I speak with the jungle man, you might observe the passengers disembarking from that boat for any capably adventurous sorts."

Barring any questions or comments that require response, Khalid moves towards Alexandru and if his approach his noticed, he will incline his head in greeting.  "Pardon the interruption, I am Khalid Ahmed.  My companions and I," gesturing behind him to the 2 dwarves, their mule and Sabu "are preparing an expedition into the jungle and are seeking someone familiar with the wilderness.  Are you such a person?"
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Ovi watches Khalid speak with his apprentice, eyeing the gold coins he passes off to the boy.

He looks like a fine apprentice, if I do say so myself. But he won't be needin' t' be an' apprentice for long if ya keep payin' him like that. He chuckles and steps off with Balrok to observe the incoming passengers.

He mutters something to Balrok in dwarven. Recruitin' random passengers from a boat? Must be slim pickin's 'round here. Guess if this is how the family usually go about gettin' their help, it's no wonder there havin' problems.

He chuckles again and looks over the passengers.

I suppose they dun look too bad. The one looks kind of like the rough n' tumble sort, an' he looks dressed for the jungle more than the streets. The other's a bit old, but maybe he's smart. If he knows enough, that could work.

Ovi will approach the individuals, make some introductions, and suggest that Khalid might have a proposal that would be worth their while.

At Ovi's comment in dwarven, Balrok glances behind him, making sure Khalid is out of earshot before replying.  "Aye," he says under his breath in dwarven, "but 'course, his family hired us too, so dey can't be all bad at it, heh heh.  'Sides, he looks like he's willin' to bring help 'nuff to do the job, even if it costs 'im--dat's gud sense or I'm a bearded gnome.  And he's got purdy gud taste in spirits.

If he holds true, I'm fer thinkin' du family itself might be less trouble den we thought.  'Doubt we'll be as lucky with the jungle."

When they get to the offloading ship from Waterdeep, Balrok stands carefully in the middle of the dock, equadistant from the water on each side, and watches the people debark from over his brother's shoulder.  He eyes each of them suspiciously as Ovi chats them up and evaluates them.
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Sabu walked in silence as they made their way to the docks. She kept her eyes open for anything suspicious. Large crowded streets and docks were good places for ambushes and assassination attempts. She took her charge as bodyguard very seriously. A moment of laxity could end her career before it began.

Upon reaching the docks, she maintained her lookout for danger. Never leaving Khalid’s side, she accompanied him to speak to this ‘jungle man’. She smiled at the dwarves before they parted company.

This comment draws a look from Khalid and his responding smile is thoughtful and his eyes look off as if losing their focus for a very brief moment.  Khalid would not be needing the coins where they were going and Sabu would know, by what she heard him tell the boy in parting that his optimism is not completely genuine.

Sachu was bright for a native, and a street urchin before Khalid caught him attempting to pick his pocket that first day in the harbor.  Both of Sachu's parents were lost to the wilds and while he may seem to the boy as a surrogate father, the boy to him is the little brother he never had.

This moment of reflection is brief and prior to him approaching Alexandru.  He is thankful that Sabu remains his shadow.  It speaks well for her competence in the capacity for which she was hired.
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Still in recline,Alexandru turned his head to regard the well-to-do man who adressed him.His hazel eyes roamed lazily over each of the city folk before him,taking a bit more time to roam over the female.

The jungle man was of average height so far as anyone could tell,slumped as he was upon the crates and netting.His hair was jet black,worn short and in small dreads.His skin was a deep tan and spoke of the time he spent in the elements.Small,almost imperceptible scars flecked his body, a great one sat prominently upon his right bicep.In his lip hung an obsidian hoop,in his earlobes dangled plugs of bone,and all about the rest of him hung of charms and bangles of earthen production.His leather armor covered only what it needed to and it's decorations were clearly not of this region but hinted at one with a far more illustrious history.A very dark shield lay flat at his side,and although various weapons could be found upon him,he was not an imposing figure.An aura of unfettered lawlessness,confidence,and feralilty radiated from him and yet as he spoke it became apparent he was clearly educated and wellspoken,however brash.

"I am..."He said at last,eyes finaly lifting from the females form."...What's so important that such thoroughbreds as yourselves would leave the safety and luxury of this delightful town and venture into that?"He says,nodding towards the thick jungle.

Assuming the two individuals (Candlewick and Nikolai) will follow Ovi to hear Khalid's proposal, Ovi will turn and return to the group, arriving just in time to hear Alexandru speak.

Thoroughbreds? Heh, he must be talkin' 'bout Muley. He pats the mule affectionaly on the side as he glances at the man, the smile on his face a contrast to his brother's typical glower.

Nikolai gives a halting introduction, but defers to his companion on whether to follow up on the dwarf's offer.

"Ehh," Candlewick peers suspiciously at the dwarf. "What kind of offer?  We're newly arrived at this fine port city, we don't have anything to offer in trade if that's what you are wondering.  Nor are we interested in any womenly companionship for the evening if that's your business."  Candlewick pauses for a moment, a grin underneath his greying beard.  "But if you have some other sort of business, I'm sure my friend and I would be willing for you to buy us a decent tank of ale while we listen."

Ovi responded to the old man before moving over to listen to Alexandru.

Heh, you dun have t' worry. I'll be keepin' the women t' myself and we dun want to trade ya anything, 'cept maybe a bit o' gold for your time and assistance. You'll be havin' speak with my associate 'bout that, though. He gestures toward Khalid. I do know he makes good on buyin' drinks, though. So if you're interested in hearin' him out, step on over...I'm sure he'll make it worth your while.

"Well, can't pass up a chance for a free drink!" Candlewick winks at the dwarf and heads towards Khalid, to see what the fine gentlemen has to offer.

Ovi laughs and pats the man on the arm lightly. Your speakin' my language. Heh.

Khalid gives a thoughtful response to Alexandru's words, brow lifting and a small, toothy smile drawn in by his cheeks.  "A question I have asked myself many times over these past few days.  The answer I would give you is perhaps not the same as those that I have voiced to myself in earnest but in a time such as this, one must lean towards the most practical and immediate resolution, even if means leaving this," gesturing around him at the fairly safe environs of the harbor, "...and venturing forth into that." nodding his head towards the lush jungle vegitation creeping above the far walls.

Noticing the arrival of 2 others, Khalid nods his head to them in greeting.  "It appears I should simply explain myself to a larger audience.  Very well,"

Khalid takes a step back and to the side, closer to the crates where Alexandru rests and gestures for everyone to gather closer.  There is no hint of nervousnous or paranoia in his posturing, the man upon first impression seems as if nothing in the world could phase him.  He does give a look around the dock, corners of his mouth prickling with the ever constant beginnings of a smile and then with eyes and attention shifting between Candlewick, Nikolai and Alexandru... he starts with a slight bow of his head.

"My name is Khalid Ahmed, a native of Calimport but displaced here in this jungle land on family business.  This business has been left in my hands to manage, at the behest of my father, in the wake of my older brother who has not only lost a valuable resource to my family, but also managed to lose his own self and a large portion of our labor as well.  It is imperative I learn what truly happened and the only way that this can be accomplished is for me to simply go out there and see for myself.  Only a fool like my brother would tackle a task such as this without help and this is where you come in.  My family is capable of paying you a stipend of service but these are things that will require more discussion than we have time for.  I realize this is not the greatest approach to a negotiation of business terms, but I am not a businessman, I am a wizard forced into economical dealings for lack of better prospects."

Khalid sweeps an open hand outward as if to indicate that the decision is yours while his other hand produces a bottle of icewine.  Removing the cork, a slight chill of the air escapes from within.  He takes in the sweet smell of it with a sigh of appreciation and then regards the remaining three in anticipation of their response.

OOC: Just passing the time with this post.  Don't let it delay our leaving.  I am leaving out the backdrop so I can ask as we roam through the jungle!

Balrok squints suspiciously at the priest with his one good eye.  "So leddme get dis straight... yu actually 'spect me to believe ur name is Candlewick?  What goblin-lovin' mother of a randy elf wuld go an' name her yungin' after uh candle?  Or du dey jus' call yu that cuz ya got somethin' wrong with ur... wick... if yu know what I mean?  Heh heh heh."
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Now, Balrok. You should be nice. Ain't none o' your business whether the man's wick burns or not.

That does get me thinkin'. Candlewick is kinda hard t' shout out in a battle and what not. How 'bout somethin' shorter? Wicky maybe?

Balrok nods, "Aye, that'll be easier tu shout.  Like, 'Wicky, look out, here comes a candle snuffer!'  Heh heh heh."  Balrok's demeanor quickly changes back to serious and intimidating, however, and he resumes giving "Wicky" the evil eye.  "But gud a nickname as dat is--what's ur real name, Wicky?  Gotta keep track of dese things."  (Balrok always wants names--after all, he might know them for trouble, or they might be in the dwarves "Bingo Book" (their list of people who owe the dwarves money but aren't worth a special search).)
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Nikolai seems a little intimidated, both by Khalid's flowery language and the dwarfs' coarse banter, so stays silent and sticks close to Candlewick.

However, as the party get to know him better over the short time until departure, he opens up, especially when away from the crowded streets. Under the diffident exterior Nikolai is a loyal companion, who even exhibits a deadpan humour in his more voluable moments.

Sabu stood watching the group as they got to know one another as well as scanning the surroundings for danger. Her vigilance was almost shaken when the dwarves began teasing Candlewick. She had to admit, it was a bizarre name. Perhaps it was a literal translation from another language. In her language her name meant Touched by the Sun. Although she would never introduce herself in such a manner, other cultures did. Candlewick appeared to be Calishite, but she could be wrong.

Testing the waters of communication, she spoke up in Alzhedo.

[Private to Candlewick: If you do not speak Alzhedo, please disregard.]

[Private to Candlewick; Khalid Ahmed: Do not be insulted by the dwarves. It is in their nature to pick on new people, it seems. They are quite well meaning once you get to know them.]

Alexandru sucked at his teeth as he mulled over the wizard's proposition.The druid was perfectly content to continue his wanderings alone and was certainly held no love for mines,especialy human mines as they tended to be more careless with their treatment of the land.Just as he was about to waive a hand in refusal he remembered the ruins,the ones which had thwarted him time and again.Perhaps this motley group could be of some use after all..

"Alright,I'll lead you into the jaws of the wild if your sure your prepared for what's out there.Those of you in metalic armor will soon be cultivating lovely gardens of fungus and rot within your metal shells not to mention be so fatigued and chaffed you'll wish you we're naked,animals AND plants will be licking their chops as they watch you in silence,preserved foodstuffs will spoil quickly in the heat and humidity,there's the wild men and dwarves who might think your skulls an excellent collection to their fetishes,and then there is the Yuan-ti..."he looked each of them in the eye with severity,judging there responses,trying his hardest not to laugh at his frightening depiction of the jungle,however accurate it may be."..Right then,let's be off!"

Balrok is not amused by anyone attempting to scare him; that's his job.  He glares up at Alexandu with his one good eye, the garnet of his eye patch flashing red in the light, one hand fingering his dwarven waraxe.  Leaning forward, he grumbles in a low voice, "You jus' listen here, jungle boy--du day I take off me 'metal' armor is du day dey pry it off me cold, dead corpse, cuz dwarves are built stone tuff.  And ya might have more 'xperience in du jungle, lad, but Ovi an' I been walkin' roads and 'xploren ruins before yur mudder was a gleam in the eye of yur randy grandpappy.  Yur a goblin'-kissen fool if yu think we didn't give no thought 'bout food an' drink (an' we even brought water, too!)."
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Ovi jumps in right after Balrok, waving his hand in dismissal at the gruff dwarf. Heh, you'll have t' 'xcuse me brudder. Sometimes he needs me t' translate fer him... Make dat most o' da time. The blonde dwarf glares at Balrok before continuing. What he meant t' say was "We'd be pleas'd t' have yer expertise on dis mission. An' thanks t' my good lookin' an' wise brudder, who made me do some homework, I got me plenty a food an' water.

He looks at his brother and sighs. 'bout da armor... That was da best I could do. He was dis close t' bringing a suit o' full plate to cook himself in. He holds his thumb and forefinger up, each about an inch apart to emphasize his point, then shrugs. He is right 'bout us dwarves bein' stone tough an' all, though. He grins and pats Alexandru on the shoulder. Good t' have ya aboard.

"Ehh, it's a complicated story.  In the end it was a nickname from a misspent youth that has carried over to the present day."   Candlewick gives an uncaring shrug, "But you can call me whatever you like - a name is only important if it has power, and this name does not.  Besides, " he says, giving the dwarven brothers a wink, "I've been called far worse in my life!"

Candlewick nods at the young woman, speaking up in Alzhedo.

"Like you have said, their comments are not intended to be insulting.  I have met numerous dwarves so I am familiar with the ways that they can behave."


OOC: I can't figure out how to do private lines ><.  Oh well.

Balrok squints suspiciously at "Wicky".  "Anyone whose would go an' not give der real name 'prolly has uh reason tu hide it, or I'm a bearded nome.  Der a reason I should be 'spicious of ya, Wicky?"

"I don't know about suspicious, but you can be intimidated if you want.  My dashing good looks drive women wild, and I can drink strong men under the table."

"As for my real name, I think you are a little confused.  In the place where I was raised children have child names - until they reach a certain age at when they choose their adult names.  When I was still a child I was nicknamed 'Candlewick' due to an unfortunate circumstance.  When it came time to choose my adult name, I decided to stick with the nickname - some of the elders were upset, but it was my choice in the end.  So for all purposes, 'Candlewick' is my real name, no matter how humorous you might find it."

"Hear that,Lumpy?"Says Alexandru quietly towards the earth."They named him Candlewick due to an unfortunate circumcision,tradgedy."

Balrok scowls.  "I 'sume ya ain't talkin' tu yur mornin' porri'ge, jungle boy, so who or what's a 'Lumpy'?"

Alexandru laughs at the wording used in the dwarves inquisition and through his chuckles replies.
"You shouldn't assume."

got info...and laughed the whole time