Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20181031014708

Though the last oasis was two days behind you by camel, the next was right before your eyes.

A small town had sprung up around the water, and here several odd products not sold elsewhere are available.

Perfumes, lotions for dried skin, oils for callouses and cooking, jams made of cactus fruits or dates, fish from the depths of the nearby saltwater lagoon, cooked wrapped in thick palm leaves, planted from some far flung region and thriving here.

The few permanent residents are Mamono who found husbands here, their spouses and children, and other humans who wished to put their lives behind them, whether as slaves, criminals, or outcasts.

You have arrived with your sibling here, your journey to cross the desert nearing completion.

A few miles along the coast is a proper port town, far from the prying eyes of the order.

But yoir camels are exhausted, and the pair of you are low on supplies.

You count out your money, 20 Coronas, 100 Stars, 17 crescents, and thirty two pips.

(Pip is roughly a half us cent, crescent is forty two pips, Star is one hundred and eight crescents, Corona is 2 stars)

As you approach the town proper, a small band strikes up a tune, a hellhound on drums, a gazer on violin, and oddly enough, holstaurs on other instruments.

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Their children sprint towards you, cartwheeling to a stop and holding out hats.

What do you do? 