"If you are willing to part with another bead, perhaps we can give you some cloth wrap sandals, too." Kazziin offers. "You are obviously new to this place, otherwise you will be full of blisters underfoot already."

Killian looks to rest of the group. "Blisters are no good, cant have anything slow us down out here" reaching into the pouch once more pulls the last bead from his pouch and offers it in exchange for the foot coverings. 

Mara nods seeing as they would have a few more beads left afterwards, not thinking that it was good to give them anymore after that.

Rumble "hmphs" and playfully rolls his eyes. "Maybe those soft foots perhaps. But be it this burning sand or broken stone, the earth mother's bless'n won't let me down." He says proudly, puffing out his chest.  "But thanks fer the warning, friend. And again, sorry if we were bein' a bit on the intrusive side. I know you folk probably have better things to do than entertain the notions of some new arrivals." 

Dark looks at Rumble for a long time and then breaks out into a full body laugh. “I would be honored to have you in my family.  I never thought about things that way but you would make a fine kin.”

Turning back to Ferrell, “I will heed your advice.  Maybe that could help us later.  Before we go. Do most fear, love or respect the godbirds?”

Thursday nods in agreement to give another bead for further desert protections. She isn't sure how many left they have but she knows that she brought two to the group and remembers they had more.

"You'd do well to do all three." Kazziin informs the group, taking the single water bead. The elf woman comes back out of the tent with some slightly heavier cuts of cloth and some leather thonging. "Please, she will sort out your footwear." He says, gesturing for each of you to head over one at a time to have your feet measured for the cloth shoes.

Thursday approaches the woman. “Here.” She holds out a foot, “I hope these clumsy things don’t hinder my movement too much.”

Rumble just watches off to the side, still absent-mindedly smiling ever since Dark agreed with the notion. Though now and then, he looks askance, seeming to ponder something or the other. Probably still wondering about Peacocks... 

Dark holds out his clawed feet for some simple wraps to take the edge off the burning sand.  “Thank you!”

Steve thanks the group for the footwear and clothes to protect from the sun. 

Killian too gets his foot coverings sorted. Once back with the group addressing everyone, "Rumble, Dark you two stick with being related and dark being a 'bird god' sent to accompany us on our journey. Leo, Mara being blessed by your gods and receiving their gifts shows we are not trapped here gives me hope of finding a way out, that goes for you too Rumble, let that mama of yours guide us further. Slim you've been awfully quiet lately but the strong silent type is good little bit of mystery goes along way, Darnell youve showed alot of bravery in the short while I've known you I commend you and respect that. Thursday, Steve we just met dont know much about you or your abilities so just hang with us and if anything comes up that you can aid in we appreciate the help, I'll put my trust in you as long as you do so in return. As for you two" turning to the elven kids speaking in elvish "eventually you'll need to speak up, there will be tough times ahead and without your elder to help you. I'm afraid you will have to step up into your own, just remember though you lost someone close to you her memory will live with you forever, keep each other safe. You can trust us to do the same."

*Edit forgot Darnell 

Darnell heads over after Killian.

"Thank you very much!" he says after getting his foot coverings, then heads back to the group

Present:

Darnell flushes slightly, but nods his appreciation of Killian's words. He checks his sling for any wear and tear it may have gotten in the short time he's had it. There's none, so he simply waits for someone else to speak up.

Mara will go over to have her own feet measured for the shoes, going back over to the rest of them once she is finished with it. "I have not actually spoekn to my patron and they do not offen do more then send me images in my dreams. I wish that I were able to do more like a cleric but alas I am unable to speak directly with a god."

Rumble snaps out of his thoughts long enough to listen. Though there was a point he had to raise a brow over the sudden speech, even he had to nod along in the end as each person got recognized. Remembering the last incident however prompted the genasi to bow his head and furrow his brow in deep thought.

Later...

Once everyone (but Rumble unless coerced) has gotten properly outfitted in shoes, the earth Genasi will loudly clear his throat. "Well, it has been pleasure folks, but I do believe its time we got the step'n. We honestly can't thank you folk enough. And if we should see each other again, hopefully next time we'll be able to do a bit more than just refill dem basins of yours, eh?" 

The elf uses a tool made of sharpened bone to cut the strands of thick cloth to a basic shape for people to stand on, then pokes small holes for the leather thonging to be used as laces as she ties them up over the feet. For Dark, she uses long strips to bind around each talonned toe and the leather binds the ends together.

(Hooray, with these clothes for this sort of scenario, the DC will be lower for surviving the environment!)

With the shoes on, the burning sensation on the bottom of people's feet subsides somewhat. They can still feel some heat, but the cloth seems to work as a small heat sink, as well as preventing sand from getting stuck between the toes.

"Our business is done here." Kazziin says to the group. "You have your destination and we have finished our trades." He holds up the water bead. "May the god-bird bless your travels, strangers."

Thursday looks up after havving got her shoes fitted and walks near to where Killian is after his speech. "Killian, your group has given me a blade, and I have given you our water beads. It feels like we do trust each other, and in times like these, trust is a requirement, not a privelege. I will fight for you and your friends as if I were fighting solely for myself. We will get through this. Together."

"And may the Big Mama bless yer steps, so that no specter of ill-intent may know 'em." Rumble bows back to Kazzin and the others, and then start leading the way in the direction Kazzin indicated should Killian not beat him to it. 

Mara nods to what Thuresday says, glad that the clothing helps even if it is not the best dessert garb she had worn during her travels with her colleagues and teacher to explore ancient ruins. "That is a wise and good opinion to have in a place such as this. As those we traded with have said we should continue onward so that we can make our way towards this town we have heard about."

"Thanks Thursday, 'preciate it" he pats her on the shoulder as he starts to walk off along side Rumble. After catching up and walking a distance he starts a conversation with rumble, "you swim? I mean like you're pretty solid. Or just kerplunk" making a hand gesture of sinking rapidly "I've been on a journey to find my ship and take it back and hit the seas again, but being in this place has me thinking, if I hadn't been in that port town at that tavern drinking my sorrows away, I wouldn't have met you all...ya know? I'm not much a religious fellow never really saw the point, maybe that's not the case.." Killian just continues to walk along side Rumble