Salvation Outpost

As the group decides to join Earic, Belaluur hands Core a scroll with a gorgon crested seal of House Cannith. "This arrived yesterday for you.", and she gestures to the whole group. "You may need it if you plan to ride around in that fancy cart without issue."

Core breaks the seal, unrolls the scroll and reads it,"It’s official, she’s all yours. Have fun in New Cyre, boys!"

Writ now in hand, you feel a new confidence in driving your coach in view of those in Salvation. You arrive at the station and collect a pleasantly surprised Earic. "I’m glad I hadn’t bought my ticket.", he says as he loads his gear. "Follow the road west to Starilaskur, Core. With any luck, we should be there by dinner time."

A short way west of Salvation, you pass through the town of Vathirond and then into the open prairie of eastern Breland. Your day is filled with the stares of those travelling by horse and wagon, the quizzical looks from drivers of the House Orien coaches. The weather is fair, the fields green, and birds chirp, all in stark contrast to your experience in the Mournland.

As dusk approaches, you see the glittering, elemental powered lights from the city of Starilaskur. Large stone buildings come into view. You see a lighting rail entering as you approach the centre’s outer limits.

Earic agrees with the idea of a comfortable location for rest, food and drink. He guides you in to the heart of the city where you reach the grand Starilasku station. The area is the crossroads for the region’s lightning rail and highway. From this point you can travel south to Sterngate or New Cyre and beyond to the nation of Thrane, west to the Breland’s capital of Wroat and the city of Sharn. Or turn north to the gnome nation of Zilargo.

You pull up to a stately looking grey stone hotel. A large carving of a blink dog sits over the ornate golden doors. A halfing doorman approaches the cart. He bows deeply and addresses Core and Gzizmix with a courteous smile, "Good Evening Gentlemen, welcome to the Hotel Ghallandra, Starilaskur. If you would like to keep your coach secure, for a fee, we have an excellent storage area with only the finest Kundarak security in place. Our tavern is second to none in service and cuisine. Not to mention the finest rooms east of Wroat."

You stow your cart in a stall and are given a warding key for it. Inside the hotel, you’re greeted with enchanted lamps lighting the vaulted lobby. The concierge gives you keys to your rooms and you make your way to the tavern. Far from the rough and tumble Grey Betond, the atmosphere here is casual and relaxed. The patrons here are dressed up for a night on the town, engaged in excited banter, enthusiastic diners and playful laughter fill the room. A halfing waiter quickly arrives to take you food and drink order.