He sits closest to the fire, thanks you twice, and never takes off his gloves. By morning, one bedroll is empty.
You took a second handful. That's all right, everyone does. Come, I'll show you where it goes back.
Lantern light spills across three shrouded dead as the marsh answers in their voices. Hybrid, level 5: finish the rite before the light claims someone.
Every dead palm gets felled. This one is still standing, and it rattles when the air is still.
In the hydra-hide halls of Zharessin Oasis, brass dragonborn Bharash Kilnbrand smelts desert ironstone with his own breath and fits every weapon to the hand that will carry it. He stands behind everything he sells.
He couldn't take the oasis. So he sits in the dunes and takes from everyone who walks away from it.
Every night the wind howls past the black rock ring around Zharessin Oasis, and Oshenne Zephrain, an air genasi elder of the council of shamans, tilts her head and listens. She gives the sound first, what she thinks it asked second, and never claims to know who is speaking.
Every stone along the ring turns cold after sunset except one. It has been keeping a seat warm for you.
Rhazik Skyscale is the bronze dragonborn chieftain of Zharessin Oasis, a calm, unhurried leader who keeps the desert's peace by listening first. He receives every guest seated, and he is far more dangerous than he lets anyone see.
Do not try to kill it. Find the way out first, and count how many of its heads are already awake.
Pandara Hornfall is a brass dragonborn who captains the escort patrols Zharessin Oasis sends through the Endless Expanse's most dangerous stretches. She counts every traveler at dawn and dusk, and she keeps walking beside a column until the last wagon is through.