Furrel's eyes stay locked on Dark as he approaches. "If I were not awakened, I may've bitten your wing off by now." He warns the aarakocra. "You are too trusting of a stranger." The large wolf then looks to the elf, then back to Dark. "I have always lived in these lands. I assume you travellers have not."

Kazziin looks at the shell in Rumble's hand. "Given the correct vendor, maybe a gallon of water or a couple of day's worth of food." He comments. "With that collection, you might be able to barter for some footwear and better armaments."

Rumble raises and rotates his bare foot, giving it a once over. "Heheh… Well, I never was the type to bother with that sorta thing. Not with my skin being what it is. And the nails don't make it any better." He chuckles and scratch at his chest. "But the advice is 'preciated, nonetheless, and..." He looks to the shell in hand, giving it a long look of consideration. He looks to Mara next, giving what he hoped was a clear look of 'What now?'

Mara gives him a look right back as the genasi stares at her, shaking her head as she looks back to those that rhey had come across. "We thank you for your advice and whar my companion says is true. Each of us orginate from a place far differenr from this place. For now our goal is to survive and if possinle we would find a way to return to where we come from. So for our primary goal we would do well to find a place to stay and clothing more accommodating for a desert."

Killian has been standing just off to the side of Rumble, "Names Killian, perhaps you gentleman know of the old lady from that tower" he points to where they came from. "These two here were under her care and we have been entrusted to get them out of this place" gesturing to the two elven kids, "I'm afraid we dont have much to offer for trade besides some random items we found along our journey. Where is this settlement you mentioned?" 

Dark nods in response to the wolf but keeps his distance.

"People do not live to old age here. If you are after the town, it is about twenty thousand paces that way." Kazziin gestures beyond the tents. "Though if you want to trade, we can buy that staff from you. It looks good enough to use as a tool."

"I, too, have a longsword I would be willing to trade, given the right price."

Killian looks at his belongings. Not having much that could be used as a tool besides the staff which he isn't going to give up. And rumbles club he has stowed on his side still. He defers to the rest of the group who may have some items to trade. 

"We already have blades." Kazziin taps the hilts of his bone scimitars. "A blunt weapon is more preferred, and that seems to still be in decent quality."

"The choice is Killian's since he has taken the staff as his own. We have little else to offer except for enough water to fill a few skins outside of our own." Mara says while not mentioning that they had the seemingly magical objects that could create water for them.

Killian grips the staff a little tighter, "this is not for trade" he says with sten voice. What little possessions he has at the moment this staff he will carry till his death. 

Rumble chuckles awkwardly, hoping to break any sudden tension. "Well, I guess that's settle that one. I gotta, uh.... a thing back th--oh.. no... nooo, can't trade that too. Can I?" He looks from the twins holding the chest and great club back to the campers. "Uhmm… *clicks tongue*.. Sooo, this might be ask'n a whole lot a once, but uh... bear with me?" He clears his throat. "So first, uh, this is for you, Mister Furrel. This is... kind of awkward ask, but... uhm… s'pose we run into any of yer, uh, cousins and the like around these parts, think they might be as'zzmmm… friendly?" 

After hearing an answer one way or another, he turns to Kazzin next. "You wouldn't happen tooo... is it often traded... uhhh… So, you know 'bout the whole turning into a tree when you die, right? That's not like a certain, uhm, region thing? We kind-uh ended up in like -- well, there was these gnomes that called it graveyard at least. And, uh... then there the halflings too! They... sorta... after awhile a least... I think so... not sure now that I think about it. But, they became sprouts. And, uhm… oh man, this is just gonna sound pretty bad. But, I was wonder'n bout the procedure slash rules on harvesting those... trees? Like, they're not cursed or anything right?" 

Furrel steps forward, his huge head staring directly at Rumble. "There were others like myself. I have not seen one for many, many sleeps." 

Kazziin steps forward, his hands off of the hilts of his blades. "If you can offer water, then that is another story. We have a stone basin that we need filling in one of our tents. If you fill it, perhaps we can trade for something; what are you after?"

Killian pulls a water bead from his pouch. Looks at Leo as if for him to keep it a secret that he can create water. "I do have this, if you break it over the basin it will fill with water"

"I know how the desert provides." Kazziin says. "It is merely finding the desert spirits to take them that is the effort." He looks to the bead. "That should be a starting bargaining bead, what provisions are you seeking?"

Killian differs to the group who may have some items in mind.

"Well better clothing for this environment would be a plus. I imagine that the heat and sand can be very damaging to ones skin." Mara says as she looks to the other to see if they agree, their own worn ckothing being their only real protection from the sand.

"I'm... I'm sorry to hear that Furrel. Really. But if we do run into any of our -- yer kin, I'll try to redirect this way if want me to." He offers along with a solemn look.  

"See? Now I would'na thought of that. Some proper clothes 'll be nice. Or maybe some gloves so that I don't accidently burn folk when I touch'em after being out here fer so long." Rumble admits, waggling his fingers.  

Thursday looks down at her rags... it reminds of her a time she'd rather forget... "I second the clothes notion...I could really use something a little more... civilized."

"Well there are some spare ponchos that may be of use." Kazziin says. "If you fill our water container, you may each have one."