Stella had just come back into neutral territories from the Light Tribe. You see, Stella was a merchant of raw goods. She sold all manner of delightful treats from various tribes. What she had been to the Light Tribe fir was to do some trading with a partner of hers, an older B'alam by the name of Illuminata. They worked together often and had become good friends in the process of their business.
Illuminata had desired materials from each of the tribes and had commissioned Stella to bring them to her in return for the best scales that Illuminata had found in the days they were not together. These scales were the toughest material that Stella had encountered and were very sought after. To have a constant source of them from her partnership with Illuminata was one of the things that kept her business afloat all this time.
Stella could not have been more pleased with how the recent visit had gone and now the various packs she wore on her person where laden with the heavy scales and a few of the light orbs that were pitched in, in case Stella were to come across any Dark Tribe member in need of some artificial light, which, Stella assumed, would not hurt their eyes as much as the sun did.
Stella was headed home to the Earth Tribe just then, to polish the scales and make them seem even more decadent, if such a thing were possible. If she happened to come across another merchant looking for a trade, she may be persuaded to offload some of her product, though depending on what they offered her or where they came from would make for a better argument. She knew of the conflict going on within the Fire Tribe and the Ice Tribe was just as elusive as ever. She coveted the materials from each of those tribes just as much as Illuminata did, but the likelihood that she would find a member of either of those tribes out here were slim. Still, she kept her chin up and contained her travels. With luck, she would be home before the moon rose to it's full height, and it was barely noon now.
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