Sabra La Tau

Who: Anyone
Where: Wherever you are
When: King’s Year 198, Fall
What:

[It’s a bright, warm morning, unseasonably so this late in the year. It seems the Old Woman is feeling kind and you still don’t need any heavier clothing. Outside of where you were sleeping, you can hear the beginnings of a normal day stirring. Preparation for the harvest and winter festivals are well under way for your area.

You’ve slept in.]

Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Year ????, ????????
What: Your Childhoods

Who: Traders, entertainers, clansmen and visitors willing to brave the wastes
Where: The Canis badlands, an oasis near the Pyxis border
When: Fall, King's Year 198
What: Trade fair!

*Each spring and each fall, on the week of the equinox, the clans of Canis gather to a certain oasis at the edge of the Lacertan mountains, there to exchange tidings, trade and mingle among themselves. They bring with them the finest of glassware, rare spices, liquors distilled from (mostly) cactus, gemstones, certain drugs, and stories from across the world. By tradition, even the worst of enemies greet each other politely while on the trading grounds, and foreigners are made welcome -- especially if they bring goods or stories to trade.*