"Oh, well, Eshek, you told me to find the Guardian of Orolunga, and something about east of Mbala, then you collapsed. And now here we are!". Burk replied to Eshek as the others fussed about him, then added with a smile, "I hope my comrades make you feel better and are able to regain your memory."
Oskeld comes around a corner and sees the ship in the distance. How did that get in front of me? I must have gotten turned around in these strange streets. Hmm. Those of the others from the boat. What are they doing with that man? As he walks over to the group. He hears his fellow hill dwarf talking about finding the Guardian of Orolunga. "Some kind of omen at work here?"
Eshek looked at the people surrounding him with a meek smile and then slowly shook stood up and shook his head. “I am feeling better and I thank you all for that. As for Orolunga and Mbala, I have no idea why I would tell you about it. All I remember is that I was looking for you and I seem to have been looking for you for some time.”
Eshek ran his hands down his legs and then shoved his hands in his pockets and felt his neck and chest. “It seems in my travels that I have lost my belongings. If you excuse me, I need to get back to my church.”
Lily stood with her hands on her belt near her daggers, rocking back on her heels, whistling innocently and looking around at the the people dressed in brightly colored clothes. Did these people just want their coin stolen? I mean, they’re just asking for it, she considered as she noted purses and jewelry that would be simple to lift. I mean, if you don’t care enough about your belongings to take care of them...
The Red Bazaar is full of local buyers and sellers, with their tents and stand covers brightly colored. Most of the goods sold appear to be everyday needs: locally produced meat, vegetables, tropical fruit, tej, light tropical clothing, insect repellent, rain catchers and other house hold goods.
On the far side of the market are several larger permanent structures the closest has a sign out front that appears to have a giant lizard on it, but the lettering cannot be read from this distance.
Lily considered the people around as they stood in the bazaar. They flowed around them, giving them annoyed looks for standing there and interrupting traffic. If she was going to be working in this city, she was going to have to blend in better. Her dark leathers and common, nondescript clothes were going to stand out. She needed some color.
Slipping into the crowd, Lily started collecting, slipping off a colorful scarf here or a bold belt there, things to help her disappear in the riot of color that was a Nyenzaru market.
As Eshek seems to be doing fine and not wanting further assistance, Burk turns his attention to the Red Bazaar. He looks through the stalls and examines the various wares and items available but quickly grows tired of them. Burk then spies the lizard sign and thinks, (The Thundering Lizard perhaps?). Hoping to see what wonders he might be holding in such a place, Burk quickly heads toward it.
Lily suddenly popped out of the crowd in front of Oskeld. Her dark leathers were now decorated in brightly colored scarves, jewelry, and other local adornments. She was eating some kind of tropical fruit she had no doubt filched from some stall. It had a red, spikey rind, and she’d cut it open with one of the many daggers sheathed around her person, peeling out the white flesh with black seeds with her knife and popping it into her mouth.
“Where you going? The rest are heading to that Thunder Lizard place. You not coming?” She popped another piece of fruit in her mouth and wiped off a bit of the juice from her chin. “Want some?” she offered, holding out the other half of the fruit. “It’s pretty good. Not sure what it’s called.”
Oskeld almost doesn't recognize Lily from the ship before he nods and excepts the offered fruit. "They are? We are here for work, not carousing. The Thunder Lizard sounds unlike a place of quiet and rest." He shakes his head as he bites into the fruit. "Sweet. Most excellent. Almost too sweet but not cloying. I must remember to enter it into my journal tonight. It's too bad you don't know what it's called."
He looks around and Lily has reappeared nearby though he has no idea how she got from his left side to his right side without seeming to walk the short distance. "There you are. Okay, I'll go to the Lizard. If you find it before me, let me know."
Lily moves through the crowd and bumps into one of its citizens who fortunately for the group they do not notice their property is gone until Lily has moved out of sight.
The group walks past the Red Bazaar and walks up to the four story wood building that is the Thundering Lizard. A large half-orc with a rather expansive waist line stumble out the door and vomits in the street before leaning back against the wall of the inn and taking a drink from his tankard, “Half priced Tej for the next hour inside drink while you can.”
It was just reaching mid day as the half-orc slid down to a sitting position and took another drink from his mug.
“But carousing is more fun!” Lily told Oskeld. “And you can learn a lot, if you listen. We were cooped up on a ship for weeks. Why not have a little fun?”
She took another bite of the fruit. “Called it dragon something. Thought for sure they said dragon poop. But it might have been fruit. I don’t know. Hard to understand people. They talk funny.”
Lily looked around, but couldn’t see much over the heads of the bigger folk. “I think the Lizard is that way. That’s the way the others were going. Saw a sign with a lizard on it. We could ask around. If it’s a popular enough place, the locals will know it.”
They caught up with the others and Lily looked at the orc and then the vomit. “Well, that’s kinda gross.” She danced around the puddle. “What’s tej?” she asked. “Is it any good?” She popped the last piece of fruit in her mouth and tossed the rind away.
Someone gave a yelp as the slipped on the rind, and Lily danced through legs into the Thundering Lizard.
"This place hasn't changed much," Tlazo says and then adds after getting some odd looks. "No, no, no. Not the Thundering Lizard, I've never been here. I meant the people and their strange accents, clothes, and need to vomit wherever they like."
Finding the closest table the wood elf is relieved to remove his pack once more. "Did someone ask about Tej? Its kind of like mead. Fermented honey, really is what it is."
“Oh! I like mead!” Lily said, popping up next to Tlazo as he sat at the table. She was playing with his sextant, which she’d somehow gotten out of his pack. “Can we get some?” She looked through the glass at the customers around the tavern, occasionally pausing to focus on some pretty bauble.