Backstory

Okay, I've never played 5e rules, but if I read correctly, I can use 1d10 or 6 +3 con modifier. I choose to go with 6 + 3 instead of rolling. If I boobooed, let me know.

I’m going to say both. It’s one of my house rules. Roll and if you are below average, then take the average.

Okay, sounds cool, o Timeless One.

Oh well, worth a try. I've already edited my character sheet.

With a great deal of labor and effort you fashion a liter and get Gobby to help though she tripped more things than she helped. Finally you tell her stop helping. Free of direction, she goes and brings a feather circle that she places under the egg in your rough litter. It floats to about two feet off ground and she gently pushes it over your stomped weeds toward the caravan.

With a great deal of labor and effort you fashion a liter and get Gobby to help though she tripped more things than she helped. Finally you tell her stop helping. Free of direction, she goes and brings a feather circle that she places under the egg in your rough litter. It floats to about two feet off ground and she gently pushes it over your stomped weeds toward the caravan.

You load Gobby and her egg onto the last lift that is now repaired. The caravan starts up again and you head down the opposite side of the mountain. You see the familiar sea on the horizon and the valley below where Baya sits in a protected cove. After only one more night traveling and protecting the rear, your caravan trip heads toward the city on the sea. It is graceful and light. Many towering watchsticks dot the skyline of the wooden planked city. Strings of ladders fall from the poles that hold tiny balconies for the Eagle Knights of the city to pass their watch, listening to the bells chime out the time. Flags flutter above the houses, and taut cloth sunscreens protects the crated people in the crowded city. The city sits on the ocean sea like a ship of the masses. Maritime merchants rule this place, meting out justice by the coin. To your desert eyes, the city looks as if it intends to sail away with all your treasures, having not even paid the price. Be wary, you tell yourself. Do not trust these pirates. Yet here you come, guarding a treasure beyond price, for the refuges headed for Tukan, and an egg of portent with Huatzi's name bond to it.

You say goodbye to Imsh who is returning immediately on the next returning caravan. He hates city folk. You collect your wages. The plumaweavers are indeed generous to the great dwarven sorcerer. They pay you 400 gp. You mount your horse and Gobby follows you and leads the floating egg into the city with you.

You meet people in bright colored clothing going through the narrow streets, carrying baskets and rolls of fabric and fresh cornbread. A copper piece buys you a loaf, but when you hand them a gold piece, they just smile, wave away your coin and give you a loaf instead. Always they would ask if you needed a place to stay. You are obviously new in town and in desperate need of a bath. After having a few of these encounters, you have several addresses in town. The signage are colorful glyphs on sea shells, each glyph being a phonetic part of the name, and clusters of glyphs would spell out a longer word or phrase. The first glyph in a house's name would be the district, so navigation wasn't as hard as you feared. The road from the docks and the road from the caravan trails to the east, joined in a grand plaza with a opulent water fountain. Temples of all the gods surrounded the square and in the middle vendors would lay out their wares on woven blankets and perhaps pitch tents. Servant girls go to the fountain and collect water for the great houses nearby. Artisans have their shops on side alleys off the two main road. There were no guard posts or garrisons or troops or administrative buildings that deal out judgement. All that happens, as well as education and worship, at the temples. There are the occasional Jaguar Knight or Eagle knight patrolling. You witness an urchin being killed for stealing a trinket. Music and philosophy are practiced in the streets and the palapas, corner gathering spots of cushions on the paved streets under orange trees and mango and tamarind trees. After organizing your information, you have the decision to make of houses to knock and ask for entrance, priced at 20gp, 10gp and 5gp. You think that you do not want to risk getting a bad place, but the 20gp is high. You have with you more money than you have ever had in your life. Perhaps you deserve the best? You will need to send word to the caravan where you are to stay and then you can settle in and do some shopping. But first, that bath!