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<blockquote data-quote="Ancalagon" data-source="post: 7212526" data-attributes="member: 23">Rodrigo stood on the deck of the ship, his sharp eyes shaded by the rim of his hat, taking in the sights of the port, looking approvingly at the defenses.&nbsp; The heat did not bother him, as he had grown on this latitude, but this was not his homeland.&nbsp; He had hoped that after 2 years abroad he would have seen the rolling hills, the vinyards and the towers of Tashalar, but instead it was this town, surrounded by fearsome jungle.&nbsp; He hope the Lords hadn't erred.&nbsp; Even though Tashalar was &quot;close&quot;, in reality all that meant was that he knew that Chult was a place to be avoided.He was dressed in well maintained clothes of red and black, a bit too fancy for a simple commoner, but too modest for a true noble.&nbsp; He wore no jewelry.&nbsp; His chest, shoulders and hips were protected by metal-reinforced leather, but mobility was clearly more important than protection.&nbsp; Even now, in a &quot;safe&quot; locale, his long narrow sword was on his ship, the wide-cup of the hilt easily visible and immediately accessible.&nbsp; He turned a curious eye to his dwarven companion - a forest dwarf?&nbsp; Was there such a thing?&nbsp; He didn't know.&nbsp; He also didn't know who this Kayloith was, or what&nbsp; he had done to earn the dwarf's ire.&nbsp; But he asked not, and looked onward instead.Later, as the captain asked on the boat, Rodrigo gave him a cold eye.&nbsp; &quot;The Thundering Lizard Tavern, if you please&quot;.&nbsp;&nbsp; His sword was still placed to be easily drawn.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ancalagon, post: 7212526, member: 23"] Rodrigo stood on the deck of the ship, his sharp eyes shaded by the rim of his hat, taking in the sights of the port, looking approvingly at the defenses. The heat did not bother him, as he had grown on this latitude, but this was not his homeland. He had hoped that after 2 years abroad he would have seen the rolling hills, the vinyards and the towers of Tashalar, but instead it was this town, surrounded by fearsome jungle. He hope the Lords hadn't erred. Even though Tashalar was "close", in reality all that meant was that he knew that Chult was a place to be avoided. He was dressed in well maintained clothes of red and black, a bit too fancy for a simple commoner, but too modest for a true noble. He wore no jewelry. His chest, shoulders and hips were protected by metal-reinforced leather, but mobility was clearly more important than protection. Even now, in a "safe" locale, his long narrow sword was on his ship, the wide-cup of the hilt easily visible and immediately accessible. He turned a curious eye to his dwarven companion - a forest dwarf? Was there such a thing? He didn't know. He also didn't know who this Kayloith was, or what he had done to earn the dwarf's ire. But he asked not, and looked onward instead. Later, as the captain asked on the boat, Rodrigo gave him a cold eye. "The Thundering Lizard Tavern, if you please". His sword was still placed to be easily drawn. [/QUOTE]

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