Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Bront]

Vasha is in awe of the dome, and continues till she finds an entrance. She's not quite sure how she feels, for while it gives comfort, it shelters those who might otherwise act against seeing the true damage that has been done to Arris.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Eventually, Vasha reaches a gate, where several bored-looking Valsians stand on the inside. On noticing Vasha, one of them waves and greets her in Valsian:*

"Oh, hello there. We don't see many people coming in from that way--just desert for miles--and particularly not people from other worlds. What is your business here in Valtharyn?"

 

[Bront]

"I seek transport. I have been visiting a friend, but had to journy for a long time to find a city large enough to dock a Spelljamming ship."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, OK. Well then, welcome to Valtharyn, City of Plenty, milady," the guard replies, as he draws a door-shape onto the inside of the dome with a little rod-like device, causing the colour of the dome in the outlined area to shift from light-amethyst to bright-ruby, "I made it so that you can pass through right there, though the intolerable heat still cannot. Hopefully you will find it more comfortable than out in the desert."

 

[Bront]

"Thank you." she smiles politely, and follows Puddles in.

Vasha looks around the huge city, not knowing where to begin. She looks around, perhaps there is a tavern or other refuge from where she can seek information.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Vasha can't really tell which of the buildings are taverns, so she heads through the city more or less at random, until she comes across a small artifical lake in the middle of the city filled with conjured water which likely feeds the entire city's water system. On this lake is built a docks with ships, which are obviously meant for Spelljamming, as it would be pretty idiotic to build conventional ships in an inland artificial lake in the middle of a city.*

 

[Bront]

Vasha looks around to see if she can spot a building with a flow of people and the air of a tavern to it, thinking that one should be close to a port.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*She notices a building near the docks with a decent flow of people, and, hoping that it will turn out to be a tavern, she heads inside.*

*Her first instinct proves correct, as she sees a bar with racks of keys for the rooms in the back, as smiling scantily-clas barmaids carry drinks to the clientele.*

 

[Bront]

Vasha enters the bar and takes a seat. She sits and observes the clientel for a bit, hoping to spot captains, sailors, and potentialy local guides.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The vast majority of those in the bar are Valsians, but she sees a fellow with blue hair who is clearly of a different race, as well as two men with drab brownish hair, somewhat similar to--but less suave-looking than--Bertram. It is unclear which of them are sailors or captains, and in any case, she doesn't notice any touts advertising.*