D&D 5E Dark Sun Times of change.

It is midday the Blistering red sun blazes down on the streets of Tyr oddly enough this is the safest time to travel the streets as non of the warring factions want to be scrapping in the sun. You cross the bazaar merchants barking there trade undaunted by the heat hiding in the shade of their awnings, you ignore there cries as there is somewhere you must be.

Infront of you rises a stone wall around 10ft in height with a large bone door with to ornate Steel handles carved into the shape silt Skimmers, a Half-Giant stands infront of the doors level with the top if the wall, leaning on a long shaft of wood with some animals head lashed to the top its serrated teeth pointing to the sky as the guard rests upon it. Showing the Half-Giant your letter, not that he can read it but he recognizes the mark of hiss boss at the bottom standing aside he pushes open the door and ushers you in.

Not the first to arrive infact your possibly the last you look around the see a rag tag assortment of races carrying all manor of things, your patron is nowhere to be seen. After sizing up the inhabitants you notice the room itself.

Not entirely sure how you missed it before the courtyard is opulent. The inside of the walls have been plastered with something that has dried rp a smooth white finish, a large fountain stands in the center actual spraying water into the air, it must be tapping the central spring under Tyr, the light mist of the water appears to be spraying a small single leafed plant with a red and pink flower. Someone is doing well since Kalak's demise and showing it.

Upwind from the fountain, careful to not get even the least drop of the spray on his brassy-yellow chitin, stands a rather tall Thri-Kreen. As still as a statue, the only movement that betrays that the insectoid is alive is a subtle twitching of his long antennae and the occasional shifting of his large round eyes, as he carefully observes the movements of the dra (humanoids) in the opulent courtyard.