Roland Rock:
Roland turned to the man...
"Help me? Are you in charge here? Are you these... Bellacqua? Those who would profane this sacred place? No, no, no, there is nothing you can do to help me, my kingdom is not of this dust and grit, but of vast oceans... have you even seen an ocean before? I have. My Lord Anki has sent them to me in dreams. Blue dreams."
Liar's Tell: This man may be insane, but he believes wholly in what he's saying.
Lord Dante Bellacqua:
Lord Dante appeared quite irritated...
At that, several Famiglia guards slide down the slope of the dunes that surround the Oasis and roughly grab the hermit. They throw him roughly to his knees and search him for weapons. One of the guards pries a curious skeletal key from his hands.
On the other side of camp, Dante is about to duck under the flap of his personal tent when he sees a caravan crest the horizon. It bears the personal heraldry of Lord Ismaael and Cassilda.
Wilderness Mastery: How could a man on foot reach this Oasis from any corner of civilization? You cannot carry enough water on your back to get here from Tyr. Impossible.
Command: Kem is spooked that this mad hermit got through his men's patrols.
Renzo DiBellacqua:
Renzo plods along the track on the saddle-beast beneath him...
When Renzo turns towards the caravan he is informed that the Oasis has been sighted. Despite Tova's hopes, Lord Ismael does indeed ride up to the bastard. Within earshot of half the caravan, Tova included, Lord Ismael lowers the headscarf protecting his face and says, "Curious, isn't it Renzo, that my nephew Dante should be the master of this treasure in the desert. I've always thought you the more capable one, your heritage notwithstanding. Your father, may his dust find peace, the more worthy inheritor of Princedom. Curious indeed, don't you think?"
Ismael rides on, not awaiting a response, his whip cracking at any stragglers.
Nobility: This stinks of a power struggle. Is Ismael making a play for the House throne?
Liar's Tell: To Ismael, Renzo is nothing but a bastard boy, an uppity servant, and perhaps a useful tool.
Felonious Intent: Ismael is certainly plotting something that goes against Prince Orsino's interests.
Tova Dan Yarblek:
The wagon that Tova sat in rolled through the sands...
Tova overhears this exchange.
Custos Comitatus indeed. An outrider returns to Tova as the caravan pulls into the trade circle at the Oasis. "Tova, I rode fast as I could. There are several Benduin rangers at a rocky outcropping an hour from here. My map shows it as a desert cave. They certainly saw us... and... that is all."
Liar's Tell: This man is withholding some of the whole truth.
Ida-Tyr:
Ida-Tyr pulls down the hood of his cloak...
The desiccated corpses don't appear to have any visible exterior wounds, but they are incredibly strange to behold. They all would seem to be recently dead, but look dryer than any dead thing Ida-Tyr has ever come across on his travels. The human travelers especially have looks of abject horror plastered on their faces. They died violent deaths.
In Ida's investigation, he finds a scroll of parchment upon one of the dead travelers. It is a contract for transportation. A man named Adath agreed to pay a sum of 150 Tyrian coins for safe passage to this area of the desert. There are notes from the House arranging the transportation to have the man pay in full up front.
Outside the cave, Mehemet says, "These bodies are fresh. Several of my people sheltered here not three days ago. The cave was empty then. Since then, we have lost five of our own to whatever did this. They were like those in the cave. Drained. The stories? My father would tell us that this Oasis your House controls - it is concealing something more. He would refuse to speak of this, but he warned us that there are things in the wastes that thirst eternal. If your people have not seen anything, than we must return to our camp."
Corruption: There is a faint imprint of a curse at work upon these bodies... Ancient power...
Forgotten Lore: Memory serves of legends of creatures whose thirst cannot be quenched, even unto death itself...
Leechcraft: These bodies were expertly drained of every last drop of moisture.