Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

Tumbleweed nodded. The jewel of the desert would make a good enough settlement, he thought. With his roving ideas in mind, it wasn't meant to be a stronghold- merely a base of operations which could provide the pack with water, the desert's most unreliable resource. But if they could claim it, then they could draw strength with the oasis' appeal. His smile grew. 

"Travellers'll do anything...Trade anything to get a mouthful of water sometimes." He said with a slight shrug of one shoulder. "But I can't hold this place on my own." He said, with an arch of his brow. "No one's got a treasurer's eye like you," He said.