“No gog should die of da thirst.” Mag’oz said to whom ever would listen. “This be da teaching of da Auf Ur’Sa. This be a teaching da family take to heart.” He would be standing on a barrel with vampyrs around him to guard him. He opened the barrel and smelled the cool fresh water inside. “This be a ting all gog should have.”
He kicked the barrel over letting the precious water pour out. He picked it up, put the lid back on, “Why Ol’ Mag’oz do dat? You wonder. He must lose it you say.” Magoz opened the barrel again and it was full of fresh water. “I show you. Water, it be precious but like the most precious things, family, love, it be a ting to be shared.”
“I have 16 barrels that remain full of Tla. A single barrel can quench a tribes thirst. That mean 16 tribes never go thirsty again this week.”
He paused, “Tell all da tribes this. The first 16 tribes dat need tla and ask da family for it get a barrel. No trade, we goblins if we force tribes to trade for life.”
((OOC: THE FIRST 16 TRIBES WHO NEED WATER WHO ASK FOR AN EVER-FULL BARREL GET ONE))