You continue heading through the jungle to Nangalore. On your journey you are forced to deal with Giant Frogs, Stirges and Pterafolk, but you have have some experience now and it is not too hard to manage these natural hazards. As you travel, the ground underfoot becomes more and more muddy and swampy and it is hard going. But eventually you see a fantastic edifice riseing up out of the jungle: a hanging garden of exotic beauty. Water streams down the steps between two massive elephant carvings. Beyond them, a broad, flooded avenue runs arrow-straight for more than a hundred feet before ending at a carving of a tyrannosaurus face. Water pours from the tyrannosaurus’s jaws and flows the length of the concourse to drain down the steps in front of you. Five-foot-high terraces flank the boulevard. Low archways—three on each side—are built into the terrace walls. These archways are in various stages of collapse, as are the tunnels beyond them. Beautifully carved, larger-than-life stone faces are mounted between the arches. A wild profusion of plants grows on the upper terraces, and multicolored parrots and canaries flit and sing among them. To the north, a dilapidated brick dome rises above the tyrannosaurus-head waterspout. Smaller, bell-shaped domes surmount the highest terraces to your left and right. You make your way with some difficulty past crocodiles, a giant spider, yellow musk zombies a yellow musk creeper. As you are exploring you are watched by 6 large crane-like birds who come down to talk to you. They warn you not to manage the magnificence of the gardens and question why you are here. You tell them you are searching for a black orchid and then they fly off to inform their queen that you are there. They point out the building to the north-west as the domicile of their queen and tell you that you should make your way there. This building is on the other side of a great dome, so you enter the dome. Traces of gold-colored plaster still cling to this dome in a few spots, but everywhere else you see old weathered bricks, more than a few of which have fallen through. The larger-than-life-size elephant carvings and the graceful, towering spire are still magnificent sights, even if their glory is dimmed by time and decay. Inside, an 18-foot-tall stone statue of a Chultan warrior in splint armor, wearing a helmet festooned with tyrannosaurus teeth and bearing a shield of intricately patterned leopard hide, towers over the chamber and looms above a wide, octagonal cistern. The chamber echoes with the sound of rainwater dripping from the ceiling into the gaping pit. The face of the giant warrior statue is obliterated by deep gouges, but the rest of the statue remains intact. Clutched in the statue’s right hand is a stone spear, and resting on the floor beneath it is a clay urn. North of the statue is an open balcony overlooking a flooded garden. Standing to one side of the giant warrior is another statue, this one much smaller. Exquisitely lifelike, it depicts a man reaching for the urn, his face turned toward the balcony. In his lifeless eyes, you see terror. You note that this statue looks a little bit too lifelike and it concerns you. Is it someone who has been petrified? Stone steps ascend along the curved wall to the level of a second floor, but that floor is almost entirely collapsed. Someone’s been up there, however, because a message of some sort is scrawled across the domed ceiling. Trayzeal climbs up and copies the message into his notebook then takes the message down to Besh for translation. Besh recognises the language as Old Omuan - a language that Chultan is based on. He attempts to translate but can only make out a few words. "true love, (?) general (or some rank), safe will you rest in Nangalore (?). (Zero?) will (?) (?) I live. Such is my (?) of (?) and for my (?) I cannot die." Besh is fascinated by this old language and decides to spend a lot of time trying to learn it where he can. You all head towards the dome that was pointed out, passing by a flooded garden. As you approach the building, the crane-like birds all land on top of the dome and watch you. You knock and enter. The single, large chamber inside the dome is obviously a royal apartment—or was, centuries ago. Now the bright, floral murals are dim and gray, bits of colored glass are heaped beneath a cracked mosaic, enameled wooden tables are split and tilting, and every bit of cloth is frayed and streaked At the center of the room, a long divan stands atop a circular dais. Reclining on the divan is a woman dressed in a flowing robe made from parrot feathers in stunning colors. Despite the heat, her arms, head, and face are covered in feathery veils. Next to her, a black orchid grows out of a large clay pot at the head of the divan. She addresses you in a voice tinged with odd inflections. “Strangers have come to Nangalore, my love. What boon do our subjects beseech?” She is obviously not talking to you, but during your conversation she has discussions with someone else who is either invisible, absent or imaginary. You tell her that you seek her orchid for another who claims to be queen. This being named Zalkore agrees that Mwaxanare is queen, but explains that she is also the queen of Omu and Chult is loathe to part with the orchard. She claims that these gardens were built for her in honor of her magnificant rule as queen and that they hold the rarest and most precious plants. This orchid is one of the most precious as it is the last of it's kind. Trayzeal responds that he is also the last and this grabs the queens attention. "What are you the last of?" she demands. "That will become plain at the end", states Trayzeal mysteriously. She asks what you would trade with her for her Orchid. GrizzLee offers to use his nature abilities to make the garden thrive, and she is very tempted by this, but asks one more small boon. She would trade one that is the last for another that is the last. She says she will give up the orchid if Trayzeal remains to become her slave. The slavery in Trayzeal's past means that he responds too abruptly in the negative, and he states that there is no way he would ever be a slave again. Zalkore responds with sudden rage, and tells you that if you will not give her what she wants, then you will all become her slaves. With that she sweeps back her veils and the face of the beautiful chultan woman depicted in sculptures throughout the garden is revealed. But where her hair should be are writhing snakes. Did you think to avert your eyes? Did you manage to avert them in time? Tune in next time....