Captain Timney tosses some gear into a plot in the Transient Camps, and drops a few gold in the watchman's palm.
"Never had anything pilfered from here, so... Whatever ya don't feel like hauling around town."
He gestures to the twenty foot stone-bordered square.
"Or you can just sack out for a while. No one's likely to mess with ya."
Some of the group has been to Okorn Spring, but for many of you it is the first time. You have been out in the wasteland for months... some years. Captain Timney is a calm cult of personality. He has been good for the group, but his loss of the will to fight makes him (in most ways) unfitting for this world.
The group has picked up a few who can handle themselves in a fight. That's good, because about all that's left after a string of violent incidents are a handful of young folk "with some real potential".
"I'ma go meet up with Bergen Lachlan... runs this place. I'll see what he has to say."
"We usually end up at the Rusty Palomino up on the Slab if millin around the Springs brings a thirst."
Five of the militia (light leather armor, rifles, pistols, and whips) stroll about - patrolling between the camps and the main settlement.
One nears, leans in and advises.
Guard: "Gotta check your chambers. No loaded firearms."
From here, you can see at least a few dozen people within the settlement. Most within view are gathered around the market stalls on the west end.
The structures are built from a variety of materials stone, wood, bricks and plasters of dried mud.