A scalding wind washes over the village, bringing with it only oppressive heat, rather than a cooling respite. A cloud of dust rises up in the distance, moving against the wind - possibly traders, but probably raiders. As the dust cloud draws closer, its nature becomes obvious; tiny copper bells jangle with every stride of the pack animals, and colorful pennants flutter and snap in the hot breeze. Not just any trade caravan, Spyros’ Splendiferous Sundries has come to town!
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://athas.org/articles/encounters-of-athas-11-spyros-splendiferous-sundries