Siltmire Trade Post

The air thickens with grainy fog , obscuring the path ahead. The once familiar sounds of the dunes are muffled, replaced by the distant, haunting calls of the unseen creatures beneath the shifting silt and below the burning sand. A line of ivory stakes strung in a line of sinewy cord marks the way from the cairn to the daunting tower looming in the distance, its silhouetter barely discernible through the swirling sands.
**Deeper**: The solitary trading post is the only foothold of civilization in this inhospitable landscape. Constructed from sail canvas and carfully stacked mounds of chitinous siltfin shells , its weathered walls protection enough from sandstorms and sturdy against the harsh elements. Inside, a myriad of goods are arrayed offering basic supplies and rare artifacts unearthed from the dunes. The air buzzes with the seaonal chatter of sailors, traders, and explorers sharing tales of their travels and haggling over prices. Lanterns cast a warm glow, inviting weary travelers to rest and resupply before venturing back into the unforgiving wilderness.
The clay lined tunnels below it collect and cool moisture at night which evaporate in the heat of the day naturally distilling it to precious drams of water, the foundation of the local economy here. But if water is the true currency, then the treasure which it is used to purchase is dreg , valuable materials salvaged from Raze stranded after strong storms.