Oasis Canyon [60 x 60] (Patreon)

He sells sanctuary.

Under a blistering sun, atop ancient bridges, made by peoples long forgotten, the Vizier of the Oasis sees the dust of an approaching caravan and smiles greedily.

Below, parched travellers of the heat blasted canyons offer prayers of gratitude on discovering this is a sanctuary and not another mirage. Caravan hands can water themselves and the beasts while the merchants barter with a cool wine.

First though, the Vizier’s toll must be paid. A coin for every man, woman and beast must be paid before passing the monuments. Failure to pay brings swift response from the Vizier’s archers.