Another day...

Great Desert of Skulls

Alexis and Tarmen hardly slept. Nor did anyone else in the oasis for that matter. The tension between both camps was palpable. The three dark robed individuals kept a rotating watch keeping an eye mainly on the two foreigners. The last taking his turn had been the man who had tried to insult Tarmen. He spent the two hours sharpening his scimitar, his eyes never leaving either the jungle native or Greyriver.

One hour before sunrise, the three packed their camp, mounted their camels and left without as much as a glance back. The merchants were clearly visible but for the two Helians they could not shake the feeling this was not the last they would see of the group.

As soon as the sun rose everyone got ready to leave the safety of the oasis...