Rashemen Village
Tabaqui, Tingel Arm
Once the supplies had all been unpackaged, the villagers flocked to the various items they'd brought. Some favoured the off-world technology, common stuff most of the galaxy would consider standard. No weapons, obviously, but rather items that would aid them during harvesting season, construction of houses or repairing existing ones, and other various tools. Another crowd pleaser was the off-world food, of which they'd brought samples of. The elders were hesitant to try out the strange foods, but the younglings had no trouble enjoying them, especially the many sweets.
Leaving Coci and Nina to tend to the supplies and accustom themselves to the village itself, Thurion and the village elder Obrion went for a walk together, patrolling the premises and speaking of what ails Rashemen. "That bad, huh?" he replied with concern in his voice. "Indeed", said Obrion. "We have managed to keep the bandits from causing any real harm, through gifts of food and various other 'tributes', as they call it. But my people have been bled dry, I'm afraid, and we have nothing else to give, nothing to keep them from attacking us the next time they come here. We can spare no more food, else we'll starve before next harvest season, and these ruffians only care about three things: gold, food, and... women."
Thurion grimaced in disgust. "When we have nothing else to give, and they still want more, they single out one of our women to go with them. To become their slave." Obrion shook his weary head, making his long, grey hair and beard both sway in unison. "Six women, so far. All younger than you would fear. They will want more in the coming months." The two resumed their walk. "I will help you. We both will, Coci and I."
[member="Coci Sinopi"]