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You help the Minotaur, paying no heed to the content of his caravan.
"That's some impressive stock you pulled in. Should keep the caravan going 'till we reach Caemtol no problem."

"Aye, it wasn't easy. We had to kill a scorpion and her mate to get it"

He nods, like this is no big deal.
"We could use skills like that, on this rig. Tell me, where're you headed? I mean, everyone that's out in these deserts is headed some place, right?"

"I'm looking for Love"

The minotaur is lost for words for a moment.
"I might be able to help you there. We keep pleanty of girls on the caravan, various different races... or we've got guys if that's your preference. Animals maybe?"
He leaves the question hanging.

"Ugh, why does it seem I'm the only one that's eve- Love, damn you!" He said exasperatedly. "The Lost Oasis, The Desert Jungle, Forest of the Sands! Supposedly it's the last bit of jungle land left in this gods forsaken world. Home to a multitude of animals and plants. ....and people" he added after a moment.

A look of understanding washes across his face.
"Oh! Well, I don't think I can help you there, friend. We travel about a lot, we might come across it if you hang around for long enough? I've only heard about it in stories though. Did you try the library in Caemtol? They've got maps and things there..."

"Acutally, I was hoping that Merillyon might know where I can seek it. 'tis why I'm going there"

The minotaur smiles happily.
"Perfect! We're headed that way, you can come with us. Pleanty of food and water that way, right? Then, maybe once you've found where you're going, you can come with us, if it's on the way, sound good?"

"Sounds great" Orga said.
'Not a fucking chance' he thought to himself. He made a mental note to tell his companions not stick around with this caravan longer than needed. "If you'll excuse me I'm gonna go check on the elf and see how she's doing"

He nodded gladly, and shook Orga's hand whole heartedly.
"Of course, of course! I'll be making sure we don't move out until she's feeling better, certainly! We have a bargain, after all."

'Yeah, only as long as we need to...' He placed a half curled hand to his forehead as a sign of goodwill and goodbye before going back into the bar.

You find suzy on a pile of rags in the corner, now conscious, and happily eating and drinking to regain her strength.
All the former mentioned patriots of the bar are still there, aside from the young elf. The fey is sat on the bar getting incredibly hammered.

Orga walks over to her and hunkers down beside her. "Well, the barman has his share of the meat and I'm going to be splitting my share and the rest of it with the caravaneers. They're headed up to Caemtol in a few days and I'll be going with them" after a moments hesitation he added, "I don't suppose you'd be headed that way, would you?"

(Pst, Dylan, Suzy's the little Elven Aberration, this is Sara. )

And indeed, Sara was chowing down in glee at foodstuffs and delicious waterstuffs when the much-covered man walked to her. In between bites and gulps she said to him,"Actually yes,*munch* I am on my *snarfle* way to that city. *omnomnom* Why do you *devour* ask? Hoping for *drink!* a new face?"

I scratch my head, looking down at my underarmour padding sheepishly. "Well, I believe there is probably a Church of the Divine Wind there, its probably best I accompany you."

"No, just...information" Orga looked torwards the paladin. "You too, eh? Looks like we'll be sticking together a bit longer than I thought. I suppose if that's the case we should get to know each other better. You said something about Divine Winds? Is that supposed to be some kind of holy fart, I take it?"

I glare at him tiredly, but too tired to attempt to behead him in the holy name. "Hardly. Rather, its the type of temple that I was trained at. They may be able to replace my armour." I say, crestfallenly. "Oh! Wait, do we have meat left to barter?"

"I'm splitting my share with the caravan, and I think this one" Orga pointed a thumb at the elf "wanted hers to be givin' to the town. Did you ever claim yours?"

Correction, the inn has taken half, and the caravan have taken half. They aren't aware of any internal deals, and no-one made any attempt to stop them taking it.

Thanks Orga. *sighs*

Hey, you were also there, don't go pointing fingers. =P

At least I get to complain, given that I was unconscious.

"Actually, the deal was that I give you both 45% to be split evenly amongst yourselves, and I was taking 10%, with the other 45% going to the town. You...Didn't already divide the meat, did you? I believe that should have been my job to do, as your employer. Make sure we all have proper amount of food and all that."

"You're welcome to what you need from my share."
The minotaur is in the doorway, brushing sand off his hooves.
"It'd be hard carrying for you anyways, without a vehicle. I have pleanty. Need 'em for the serfs."
You are all aware that serfs is the commonly used term for people sold into slavery, or who have volunteered the position, for whatever reason.