[Rolls for the six doses for the case of skin spray were 4, 4, 3, 4, 2, 4. Sufficient to heal all injured characters completely].
Sabb'asch declines any offers of credits for the customs fee, “the customary bribe,” he calls it. He rides in the front of the cart with his reptilian child while the party spills into the back with the few metal crates. The Shén whips the great Martian lizards and the cart pulls out, soon it is beyond the city gates and on the north road.
The lands north of the city are rocky red desert scattered with domes and enclosures of agricultural and moisture farms. A few humanoid skeletons, soldiers from the recent siege, stripped bare by scavengers and carrion eaters, are visible along the roadside.
In less than an hour, under the dark blue and violet Martian sunset , the road bears to the northeast at the base of a low escarpment and a sign reading “Sugwé Moisture Farm” points down a rocky lane that branches to the northwest and ascends the low rise.
Sabb'asch halts the wagon at the intersection, the domes and evaporator towers of the moisture farm can be seen in the far distance perhaps a mile away. Taliat and Tabash notice shadowy figures moving along the lane to the northwest several hundred feet away. Asab’at has seen this too and lifts a scan-scope to her eyes.
“Five Zrné,” she hisses.