![A woman with feathers for hair, wings, and the skinny legs of a bird. On her back towers a bag full of wares so large it seems physically improbable that she can carry it.](https://static.rprepository.com/imgs/npcs/moa/moa.png)
You find yourself in Moa's camp. The old bird-woman watches your approach with a sly grin, unslinging her backpack and spreading some items of incredible beauty and rarity on the blankets before her.
"I found these in a galaxy far, far away. We're lucky they survived the journey."