A male half orc wearing plate armor starting bringing in building supplies and laying the foundations for a complex tent/home on an empty area of the oasis. He did not say anything to anyone, just started doing it. This man named Morshkul is frequently in the oasis trading with the merchant and buying healing supplies and most of the time he is seen there with a female elf who is apparently his mate. She is is a shadowy and very petite figure up against his 7 foot 2 inch muscular body so, the sight is something to behold. He is a very intimidating looking sort so although they may stare, the locals have yet to say anything. They have been very law abiding while there and have spent a good deal of gold at the oasis.

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Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry

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The female elf, too, when seen at all, has stood out quite plainly as far different from the local people. Clad normally in a movement affording form-fitting raiment of black and deep grey, and in stature not quite reaching the shoulder height of the typical human male, she has been seen by oasis dwellers and traders to appear out of the night itself into the light of torch and campfire, though ever with calm purpose in presence. The merchant Arfahtar, in particular, would recognize her readily for the pleasant subtle smile she affords him as she reveals yet another small collection of highly valuable rarities gathered from places unknown, which she seems to take a certain understated pleasure in bargaining away for gold, expensively made potions and the occasional find among his wares that catches her perceiving darkly hued emerald eyes.

Her connection to the towering half-orc Morshkul is unmistakable, for the two have repeatedly arrived together, usually by caravan of tamed massive beast lizard over the desert sands from Djedet, or otherwise used the oasis as a place of rendezvous, and in these times her clues of bond with the formidable warrior have been present – sometimes subtle, and sometimes little concealed. Though diminutive by comparison and never, at the oasis at least, visibly confrontational, she herself might seem, in her own way, one not to be trifled with in conflict for the quiet appraising confidence resident in her gaze and the pair of dissimilar-length slender blades she consistently carries, in public view at least, in sheaths strapped precisely and purposefully close against her outer thighs.

To those few she has offered a name or been otherwise introduced, she is known simply as Min.

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~Nim Elen Laurina Taure~

Few know the light as one who has come through the dark ...

The half orc finishes the home on the opposite side of the oasis from the majority of the tents. It is as of yet unfurnished, and soon his lady joins him. They do not stay around long as they soon leave after buying some supplies and head out on some venture. They return the next day or so with fine carpets and furnishings in tow. They enter the tent with the fine items and do not depart for several days, only leaving the tent to get water.

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Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry

After the incidents took place in the djedet, The orcblood was seen arriving in the oasis 3 days after. He began to take the couples belongings from the wrecked tent. He did not bother to clean up the mess and spat gewy chunks of snot and flegm all overr the oasis as he left.

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Nothin matters berk. Don't you see? Even so a poor sod shoudn't go hungry