The streets of Oasis City were lined with all sorts of stalls. Many of the people coming and going were natives in coarse cloth robes—the Desert Human Clan.
They were often wrapped in just a crude layer of gray cloth to shield them from the wind and sand. Many were as thin as skeletons, with no flesh on their bones.
Natives who were relatively healthy, like the grandfather and grandchild, were a rare minority. And while these people lived in hardship, the vendors were no better off; they were all just as poor.
The only exceptions were the occasional nobles from a strange race that looked like Kobolds, clad in fine silks and strolling the streets surrounded by their servants.
Their servants, however, were robust. They were at least the size of normal adult men, who had clearly eaten well. But such people were also extremely rare, and they looked powerful and menacing.
