Vol. 2, Diary Entry 7

Dear Diary,

We made it to Chult! And all it took was us giving up a ridiculous amount of our gold and possessions to a greedy turtle dragon who waylaid us on the way. 😭

The city we landed at, Port Nyanzaru, is beautiful and bustling and run by Merchant Princes. We had been provided a nice map of the town, though Rave drew all kinds of misleading naughty bits on it. Speaking of naughty bits, we’re also temporarily staying at a local bathhouse called the Astral Mist, since our Black Network contacts operate out of it: the bishounen half-orc Cadiz and his husband the ‘tabaxi who will treat you right’ Akhan.

After thoroughly cleaning up from our past weeks of ‘life at sea’ (during which we met a cool colosseum fighter lady named Shanta), we caught Cadiz and Akhan up-to-date on what we knew of Manshoon’s clones and discussed where he might be hiding. Our consensus is that he’s away from Port Nyanzaru, building some kind of foothold of power in the wilds of Chult, and to find him we’ll likely have to make excursions ourself.

Every rumor we hear about the uncharted jungles – ancient cities lost to time, whole settlements of people recently vanished, hoards of undead – sounds more dangerous than the next. Fortunately, Akhan has offered to escort us – as he is a ranger by trade – and he thinks we could expedite our searches either by using river transport or by riding the local Chocobos called Axebeaks. I think we have plans to visit the Axebeak stables tomorrow, after a solid night’s rest, so it’s off to bed for me! Night, night, Diary!

XOXOXO,
Red Erin