Your first day in Port Nyanzaru has cerainly been eventful! The Northern Gull sailed into harbour late last night. Though you sensed some sort of disturbance in the Bay midway through the night, you slept soundly enough and woke to the rich sights and sounds of your new Jungle home.
The Port is a bustling city with colourful banners, interesting folk and dinosaurs! Actual dinosaurs carting wagons and being ridden carefully through the wide streets. Your first order of business had been to stake your claim. You rushed to the Golden Throne; the place where you assumed your deed would be recognized by the powers that be, but your hopes were dashed by Ekene-Afa. The merchant Princess who informed you that the deed was a fake. " Perhaps they will recognize your deed at Fort Belaurian," She's told you "The Flaming Fist has..interesting takes on the ownership of land. But don't get your hopes up, your deed claims some land around Port Castigliar by Kitcher's inlet. That's dangerous land my dear. You'd be well advised to stay out of that part of the Jungle".
Defeated, and with just a few coins in your pocket, you decided to find refuge in the Temple of Tymora located just outside the city walls in Malar's Throat. The kindly new priestess there , Clara, allowed you to stay in the commons for the night. You must have overslept, becuse in the morning, you are awoken to screams and cries from within and without. "Close the Gates! ". You hear shoutng and yelling outside .