Do her companions want to buy anything?

Mora can find a few things of sufficient interest and likelihood of being useful.

As does Eliana.

And with those additional purchases, then, they can wrap up their business here.

"So where to next?"

"I would like to find a place to attune this dagger."

"So somewhere to settle for a few hours? I wouldn't mind a hotel, myself, or at least somewhere to get clean..."

"There should be an inn to suit our purposes somewhere." And they can set off to find one.

There are indeed inns that cater to variously wealthy adventurers. The main tavern room has an excess of corners for lurking dramatically in, there's private warm baths for more discerning adventurers, and so forth.

Just the sort of place they were looking for. Elatra will buy them a pair of rooms for the night, and all associated services.

Then Mora will get mud and blood and general gunk off of her, and turn to reviewing the lessons she'd gotten while Elatra attunes - unless Eliana wants to wander the city some?

"It would be nice to see more of this world. The experience we've had so far has been somewhat restricted, don't you think?"

"Very much so."

They can go see what's what in this city together, then.

Sounds wonderful to her.

The sun's high and hot, making the tropical air hang humid around them as a sunshower passes over.The distant sounds of a harbor — creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones — mingle with voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhalations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit mixes with the wharfside smells of fish, tar, and canvas.

Beyond all that, Port Nyanzaru is an explosion of color. Buildings are painted in bright shades of blue, green, orange, and salmon pink, or their walls are adorned with murals portraying giant reptiles and mythical heroes. Every building sports baskets and clay urns of colorful flowers or is draped in leafy, flowering vines. Minstrels in bright clothing adorned with feathers and shells perform on street corners. Multicolored pennants and sun awnings flutter atop the city walls. A crowd of children dressed in feathered hats and capes races past the two, squealing in delighted terror as a street performer costumed as a big-toothed lizard stomps and roars behind them. The whole city seems to be bustling, sweating, laughing, swearing, and singing.

Large reptiles are being used as beasts of burden in the wider streets, hauling two-wheeled carts and working along the canal. A few more colorful, slimmer reptiles serve as carriage-pullers for the wealthy. The gutters are as much as two feet wide in some places, with metal grates allowing pedestrians to cross over them. This is a city designed for deluges. The people are immensely diverse, in size and shape and species and color, with no particular type as a clearly dominant group. The city consists of a series of avenues connecting broad courtyards and squares, many of which have a fountain at their center. There's multiple grand markets, selling food, household items, trinkets, cloth, jewelry, animal parts, herbs and spices and alchemical ingredients... The grandest buildings are often temples, though there's also at least one massive library and a few impressive public bathhouses.

"Reminds me of Minrathous," Eliana says. "Though most of the temples would be estates, and the lizards would be horses or oxen."

"It's interesting! It's smaller than most of the very vibrant cities in my world, but - the energy is different, I guess."

"Your world is a bit- denser, I think."

"It is, perhaps unusually so - the cities feel normal, to me, but I guess even for most of our history we weren't so crowded."

"My world and Hisame's were both more like this, as was what we saw of Ellayania's. Even with the Keres', I think your version of normal is still outnumbered."

She laughs. "Unless we're going per capita, maybe."

"That," Eliana says primly, "would be cheating."

"I don't know, if you're polling people on what's normal... Or are we the only ones who count, here?"

"Let the common rabble have a say? Utter madness."

She giggles. "I'll admit, we have the best taste."