"This is big Anlo," states Madagast, his voice tinged with urgency.
"I get the feeling that Khali's puppet master planned on using our circus' engagement in Ierendi to throw this island kingdom into chaos. But why? What is the endgame?"
He pauses in thought, eyes narrowing.
"The Slave Trade? Maybe. The modern kings and queens of Ierendi abolished that on their waters decades ago." He thinks again.
"Hmmm...mind enchanting pendants and transportation portals...you are right Khali, a master of the Craft must be involved, or perhaps...masters," he states with resolute authority.
"This all reeks of Glantrian craft to me. The wizards of Glantri have their hands and eyes all over the Known World. Perhaps the alliance between the Ierendi Navy and the fire wizards of Honor Island is a thorn in Glantri's side. I'm sure if it weren't for their patrol, the smuggling of magic items through the Minrothad Guilds would move more...freely."
The ringmaster gives both Khali and Anlo a look over.
"But Khali sit next to Anlo, you don't look well." he says urgently.
"Mazes, serpents, ballistas, golems. Anlo you've absorbed some impacts as well."
He waves to Caspian and points toward an ornately carved wooden cabinet.
"Caspian, please grab two vials of blue liquid from that cabinet and give one each to Khali and Anlo."
The rakasta roustabout complies and then hands the vials to Khali and Anlo.
OOC:
These are rare Potions of Superior Healing. When you drink them you regain 8d4+8 HP
"Well, let's hold off on rounding all the contestants up for now," continues the ringmaster.
"But what shall be our next move?" he poses the question to Anlo and Khali.