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The Cursed Blue Rose
In the temperate desert at the centre of the continent, where a day's travel can pass without a green thing in it, Derosam holds water. That is the whole of its fortune. Raised in the second wave of expansion, the town grew around what could be lifted from below and kept from evaporating, and everything else it does hangs off that. Herds are driven in to drink and are fattened on the sparse grazing the wet ground supports; hides, milk, wool and live animals move out again. Water is measured, priced and sold, and the price of it sets the price of everything on the Derosene table.
The Derosene are Lohanar, drylanders who count a full cistern the way other towns count coin. Herding alone does not feed a settlement this exposed, so the town's young men take contracts abroad — riding as mercenaries, and, when the season and the paymaster allow, raiding. Derosam answers to the Creed, and keeps the Creed's faith: the Infernal Creed, cruel and hierarchical, a religion of the strong hand that a town of drovers and hired blades has made its own.