Campfire smoke curls up from this rocky dell, which contains several small, dun-colored tents. A handful of camels and mules stand nearby in a makeshift pen of wooden stakes and hemp ropes. A small pool of water ripples between the tents and livestock pen.<br/><br/>From a distance, it certainly looked like a busy camp, likely supporting nearly two dozen, though mostly human. As they spot the approaching party, some of the members call out "Naheeba!” and soon the cry echoes through the camp, before an older, sun-weathered human woman emerges from one of the tents, wearing brightly colored garment, sweeping out to greet the travelers. "Welcome, welcome," she says, in both the common tongue, and Osiriani. "What brings you to our humble camp, hmm? Come to buy, trade?" she asks, as she takes in the travelers with a sharp, appraising eye.