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They walked through the camp and got close to the oasis that allowed the camp to flourish. He walked into the tent and his things laid cluttered on the floor, weapons, treasure, and interesting artifacts. "You have to excuse the mess, wasn't expecting company."
He chuckled, "A shrine? Seems to be conflicting things. Most people here believe everything.... That way they have more gods that 'have their back' so to speak."
Before Rio could speak, there was a loud commotion outside. Obviously, a fight had begun. " I wonder what it is this time. A piece of cheese or just some more booze."
Dosise had put together about three bags of his stuff when the commotion started. He tied up the third bag and threw it in the pile with the other two.
"Or maybe someone made fun of the others mother? That use to be the favorite argument starter." he laughed, "Want to see what's up? We could bet." he offered.
"Well it seems like the not so rare drunken skirmish.... But what was the fuel? What caused it? I'm betting.....hmmmm, misplaced coins." he laughed, they were rolling on the floor and grabbing whatever they could as a weapon.
