Captured

Great Desert of Skulls

It didn't matter how much Tarmen cursed or shouted, the three dark robed Ozainae did not rise to the bait. They simply laughed at his impotence and how he raged at being captured so easily.

The man with the coin in particular seemed to get a lot of satisfaction from slapping Tarmen around. Never to strongly as if to hurt him badly, but simply to anger him with the half heartedly taps across his face. As if daring him to do something and so him he could do nothing to stop him.

He walked behind their camels, a long role tied to his wrists, pulling him along across the sands. They gave him enough food and water to keep him alive as his strength was sapped by the ordeal.

Three days after his capture they came upon another oasis. This one smaller. They camped for the night and Tarmen could tell they were waiting for something.

Or someone...