Rainoga

Nestled just off the Eastway in Baldur’s Gate’s Lower City, Eastway Expeditions once thrived by peddling secondhand adventuring gear to the wide-eyed and woefully underprepared. The shop's owner, Scalm Shilvin—a suave tiefling with a silver tongue and a sharper mind—ran a brisk business repackaging failed dreams into “exclusive” kits for the next batch of hopefuls. When the city opened trade with Chult, Scalm seized the opportunity, pivoting into tropical survival gear and dinosaur-repellent salves. The wave of nobles and thrill-seekers she outfitted rarely returned, prompting scrutiny from the authorities. After too many patriar heirs vanished in the jungle, regulations forced Shilvin to slow her sales. Now, Eastway Expeditions operates under a ten-day waiting period for jungle gear, while also serving as a discreet point of departure for those seeking to vanish—legally or otherwise—into the wider world.

Eastway Expeditions occupies a narrow, slate-roofed building tucked between a spice trader and a pawnshop in the bustling tangle of the Eastway district. Its sign—depicting a rusted compass over a jungle canopy—creaks in the breeze. Inside, the dim shop is a maze of overloaded racks and dusty crates marked “genuine Chultan issue,” “troll-tested,” or “hex-warded.” Jungle maps, poorly taxidermied lizards, and sun-faded banners hang from the rafters. The scent is a mix of mildew, old canvas, and incense meant to ward off spirits—more theatrical than effective. Behind a battered counter stands Shilvin herself, crimson-skinned and impeccably dressed in a long-tailed coat of jungle green. Her yellow eyes scan every customer with a practiced mix of charm and calculation, as if already guessing where they'll disappear to next.