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After long hot months as tomb guards in the hills south of Akhet, you both have drawn your pay and turned your minds to Susrah. It will be good to taste wine not spoiled by the dry desert heat ...
... your steady feet have brought you north across the desert, guided by the tracks of caravans that have passed before you. Sometimes portions of the tracks are swept away by sand drifting on the fitful desert breezes, but you have been fortunate and have arrived at the Bahir Oasis.
The oasis is small and lush, with dense ranks of palm trees surrounding a lake a few hundred yards across. There are no permanent buildings here, but numerous camel-hair tents are pitched at a customary distance from the water. Most of the tents are clustered on the south shore of the lake, under the occasional shadow of a massive rock formation. At the north side, desert animals come to drink the fresh, sweet water that wells up from the base of the rocks and runs in a steady stream down into the lake.
You have just started to raise your tent when you hear a sound of jangling bells from the southeast, toward Ament. You recognize this merry tune - it is the signal of slave collars, each poor captive being tagged with a brass collar bearing a bell that jingles to betray their movements.
Looking toward the noise, you see a group of about a dozen people wearing hooded desert robes, escorting a half-dozen camels. The robes conceal much about them, save for their body language. Eight of the people walk with the characteristic slouching shame of the oppressed. A ninth, among the eight, holds their head and body arrogantly. While apparently also a captive, their posture signifies contempt for their captors. The other three, walking upright and talking loudly, include one person casually bearing a whip, one person prodding a reluctant camel with a hooked stick, and one very large person with empty hands.
This sort of scene was commonplace in your grandparents' childhood, but slave revolts back then resulted in a re-ordering of society. Now, the working class througout Xoth are merely impoverished and ill-fed, but no longer regarded as property.
What are your characters' feelings about this scene that harks back to their grandparents' old bitter stories?
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Valdaris (Xhaosdemon)
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"Sallah" (JEL)
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