Thought of a story about how Tholon's journey to Chult got started, found it amusing. Now Officially Part Of His Background:
As a well meaning devotee of Selune, born and raised in Silverymoon, Tholon never ever doubted that his place was among the Harpers. Nowadays he is a veteran Harper, having traveled far and wide on Harper business. A couple of years ago, fatigue started to kick in just a tad, and he decided to settle down for a little while back home.
He had no trouble at all making himself useful in the Silver Marches, dividing his time between helping the Knights in Silver, and poking around in the relatively familiar wilds of the Silver Marches. Life was not uneventful, but it was, for the most part, comfortable.
One day, he was asked to meet with (and, in essence, debrief) a fellow Harper, a half-elven Windwalker named Kyla, recently returned from a harrowing trek to Aglarond. After they had completed their official Harper business, they got to trading stories. The stories started in Aglarond, which Tholon had visited some years ago, and then moved on from there. This went on for over an hour, and (through an ale-induced fog) it occurred to Tholon that they were engaged in something of a contest--each attempting to outdo the other with tales of journeys to dangerous, exotic, far-flung places. And it was quite fun.
Until Kyla came up with a tale about the deepest, darkest jungles of Chult.
Tholon returned with an anecdote about Chult passed on to him by a trader from Lantan he had met in Calimshan--
Ah, but had he ever been to Chult?
Well--
Had he?
Well... no.
And with that, Kyla (whom, Tholon suddenly realized, he found rather fetching) grinned, raised her mug in salute, swallowed the rest of her ale, and took her graceful leave.
Tholon spent some time just sitting around, a bit confused, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Then he got up out of his chair, and almost fell over.
He recalled Kyla's smooth, flawless exit.
Great. To top it all off, she could out-drink him, too.
The next day found him wracking his brain, poring through books about Chult, and fighting off a truly bitter headache.