[b]Arsuron population 120[/b]

Anrétt wiped the sweat from from her face as the reed canoes of her party floated gently upon the riverbanks. Another explorer plunged his bone knife deep into a large watermelon that his team had brough from the Arsur. The fleshy, pink fruit was a favorite among the Arsuron, a wild plant that sprung up in the rough plains of the Arsur. Anrétt wished that there was an easier  way to aquire this sweet plant. Maybe, she though, they could plant the seeds of the watermelon, and help them grow, then collect the watermelon and start again. Maybe...

Anrétt's train of thought was interruptrd by the sudden sounds of her team mates as they pointed out the rain. No good, the fire would be put out. No warmth meant cetain death for the Arsuron scouts, so a dry shelter would have to be found. The three scouts dragged their boats onto the shore and untied them, using the three reed bundles and repurposing them as mobile shelters. The Arsuron then moved quickly by foot, following the coast further inland. 

As the Arsuron moved futher in, the scouts began tiring. "Yi'am! Give us your strength to carry on!" The male scout cried back in the direction of the sea as his two female companions drudged ahead. Suddenly, Anrétt noticed something ahead. "Bańa! Look!" she said, pointing at the sudden appearance of infrastructure upon the otherwise dusty plains they had walked along. The three scouts walked quickly towards the strange settlment, spears and knives drawn should there be hostilities. Anrétt, taking charge of the squad, called out in her own language. "darúg fïfïg!" Translating to, "peace be upon you" an Arsuron equivalent of hello 
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