Why any normal person would want to travel to the Dead Coast was beyond Arensis. It was desolate, lifeless and wild. It was just an uninteresting salt dump. Sure, there was little gimmicky tourist places in the habitable areas, but in the uninhabitable areas, maybe an artist or photographer might be able to find some beauty in the wild landscape, but to Arensis it was drab.
And an excellent place to set up their smugglers den.
Both Aren and Kasse ran a small smugglers den together, where they'd trade slaves to pirates for various trinkets that their clients wanted. What made a slave? Some poor hapless adventurer who happened to get too close to the den.
Clients contacted their 'ambassadors' in various cities around the country, as to what they wanted in particular, then the Smugglers negotiated a deal with the pirates; X amount of 'slaves' for the particular item.
At the moment, the gang was behind schedule so Kasse had proposed that the gang split up and search the countryside a little more thoroughly, even creeping into town if they had too. It was simple to split them up, just put those with stealth with those who had strength, and put the Alder Kuhna as a lookout.
Aren lept down from one pile of salt down onto the sand, wincing as his mechanics groaned. Kasse neatly lept down after him, with a concerned look on her face.
"Aren... are you really up to this?" Her tone was concerned but her face almost held a mocking edge to it.
Aren just growled moodily at her. His internal mechanisms weren't really up to the salty environments of the Dead Coast, unlike the newer more advanced Rabbot. And Kasse rubbed it in his face whenever she had the chance to.
Kasse noted the expression on his face and just laughed, making sure she was out of biting range- despite having rusty gears, he was still able to move at lightening speed. The Tasmanian Devil Mekkayena just ignored her, stalking across the sand moodily and raising his snout to sniff for
anything, that could be handed over to Rysk and her gang.
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