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"Wadizi, won’t you join us for a drink?" you ask.
She smiles warmly. "Thank you, my lady! I’d love to."
You drink together, and learn that she’s an employee of the bar. She speaks about Chultan culture and traditions, mentioning that while Ubtao, the god of life, is worshipped throughout the continent, the city’s devotion leans toward Waukeen, the goddess of wealth and trade. She also notes that although other deities were once revered, their temples have been destroyed recently. She explains that Chult is a society based on equality. Here, everyone is equal, regardless of race, gender, or class, and it’s taboo to speak of those subjects.
The jungle, she explains, is rich in gold, gems, and other resources. Everyone is free to invest and create businesses, and those who are less talented can be valuable to society by being indentured servants. In fact, the majority of the inhabitants are indentured servants, and it’s considered a source of pride. This ideology is more prevalent in the city, while outside of it, people live more traditional tribal lives.
When you inquire about the Gemcutters, she says, "They are the benefactors of our society. Thanks to their patronage, Port Nyanzaru has flourished as a city of wealth and opportunity."
Her rehearsed tone and mispronunciations make it clear she’s reciting something she’s been taught rather than speaking her own words.
"What about the Cowled Wizards?" Xixi asks. In Amn, the Cowled Wizards have authority over magic, and eliminate unlicensed users. Since she’s not a licensed, it has been a big hindrance to her.
"Never heard about them," she answers.
Xixi nods thoughtfully. "Then it’s fair to assume I can safely use magic here."
After two rounds of drinks, Wadizi announces it’s time to pay the bill. She demands one gold coin per glass, for a total of 18 gold coins. The price is exorbitant for a simple local drink like tej, considering a mug of beer costs just 4 copper pieces. Realizing she’s overcharging you by more than twenty times the usual price, you protest. Wadizi calmly insists it’s your fault for not requesting the menu contract, where the prices were clearly stated. From her perspective, everything is perfectly lawful.
Freya slams her fist on the table. "By Auril! You are mocking us!"
Wadizi quickly withdraws, and the music stops playing. The bar’s owner, a rough shield dwarf, approaches with two human thugs wielding spiked clubs.
"What’s the problem, here?" he asks, his beady eyes darting quickly from one person to the other.
