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[color=#1dc604]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=#1dc604]Location:[/color] Rattlesnake Bar
[color=#1dc604]Inventory:[/color] An old yellow cloak, an old set of clothes, a waterskin, some smoked meats, a set of very old Metal Gauntlets, and an old Spear.
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Uzul was just wandering through the desert when he came across some very lost spice traders. A dust storm apparently came in and they got turned around and now they were running low on supplies. Uzul, being who he is, offered to get them to Myriamor safely. He doesn't know how they ended up this far off their original path but it doesn't matter to him. The journey was difficult because of the merchants. They were quite whiney and kept talking about losing their heads if they didn't deliver the spices in time. Uzul could tell this was hyperbole but he could also tell some of the younger workers had fallen for their supervisor's story. Some prayed that they would get to at least say goodbye to their families. Uzul couldn't stand the pitiful sight and took them through a quicker, more dangerous path. 

The path was had a few wyverns and giant spiders. They weren't much issue to Uzul but protecting their entire caravan was tiring, to say the least. He had to stay awake for two and half days to ensure their safety. He would have liked to gather their poisons for trade later but that supervisor wasn't worth annoying. Thanks to their constant travel they were able to make it on time, arriving on the dawn of the promised day. They offered Uzul some money but honestly not hearing that man anymore was more than worth the weary journey. Uzul waved goodbye as he believed it would be a good enough occasion to drink. He headed to the Rattlesnake Bar to drink and rest. It was cheap and he feels less awkward there in his old clothes than in some of the finer establishments. 

Even after all these years he still finds the architecture of Myriamor mesmerizing. Uzul hasn't been to any other great city but the way the city mixes the desert motif with the life that can be found around the oasis is beautiful to him. A part of him can think that if things had gone differently he would have liked to just be a hermit with a little homestead around an oasis himself. The vibrant people make him feel at ease as well, some still judge him, but most mind their own and have learned to live alongside each other and create prosperity. He settled down near one of the gardens with a fruit salad for an hour or two, enjoying the sweet and well-spiced fruit. After zoning out, he chuckled a bit and remembered he was heading off to the bar.

Arriving in the bar just before noon, Uzul grabbed a corner table. Being his size, him sitting towards the center just makes it hard on everyone. After setting down his stuff, Uzul went and got a beer, [Color=#1dc604]"Could I also get some fried bread and fried vegetables as well?"[/color] The bartender nodded and handed him his beer and gestured for Uzul to go sit down and wait. As the food was brought, Uzul thanked the bartender and started to relax as he ate. As he worked on his beer he just watched people come in and out of the bar for the next few hours.