Sar, the 28th of Sypheros
Well, that wasn’t very nice of them! Captain Lewin did tell us, before we left Eleder, that the townsfolk of Kalabuto may be unenthusiastic seeing adventurers like us strolling into their town. Still, I did not expect it at the level we encountered. Where ever we walked, there were ugly faces scowling at us. I attempted to sing out loud a time or two, maybe change some attitudes, but that only added my group’s faces scowling at me.
I sense a bit of tension in this town already. A majority of the lesser folk and beggar children, drow most of them, look even more downtrodden by their betters here. I’ve seen the scars of manacles on several of them, and none on the more prosperous citizens going about their business. The docks were worse. Whole gangs of unskilled laborers toiled in the hot weather will little or no rest. Racial tensions are evident. Small “shops” offering local wares and useless junk line the docks.
Then we found The Shrunken Head Tavern. My spirits lifted with the thought of the spirits I would soon be purchasing inside. One step in and all conversation stopped. The dirty patrons stared at Joffa, Dadak and me for quite a while before they turned back to their business. I strode up to the bar, eyed my closest two neighbors sitting there and fished into my purse to buy something for us. Before I could speak, the bartender yelled over my shoulder at Joffa. I groaned, it seemed that Joffa had climbed into the rafters and was attempting to hide in their shadows. The smile on my face died when the bartender turned to me and demanded that I do something about my “friend” before he would serve me. Like I had a chance, in any way, of making Joffa do anything that he did not want to.
I made my request again and again I was denied. Fortunately, or so I thought, I quickly spied a dwarf drinking at a table alone. This was the contact that Captain Lewin had told us about. I knew that the bartender would only continue to be hostile while Joffa swung like a monkey above his patron’s head, so I grabbed up my coin and made my way over to the dwarf gentleman. Ignoring the bartender’s increasing demand to leave I tried to have a conversation with the dwarf. He denied that he was who I was looking for, even when I mentioned his name and then it struck me; he may not want to seem associated with us so as to stay on the Kalabuto citizen’s good side. With a wink, I acquiesced to his farce and bowed. The bartender followed me and Dadak out of the tavern and locked the door behind us.
It was only a matter of time before Cheiton would emerge from the tavern, so I moved on up the docks closer to the shore where I could keep an eye out. I tracked down a Rat-on-a-stick vendor and munched contentedly, one eye on the tavern’s door and the other on the river barges and small ships floating on the River Of Lost Tears.
—from the log of Kreshton Rel’Astra