Dark Robes

Pilgrimage of Bones

Islana watched as the newcomers drew nearer. Slowly, making their way to their caravan, clearly taking their time. The men's faces and heads were covered in black robes, a colour she had not seen anyone else wear on her journey.

It was clear the men were observing the caravan. Counting how many travellers, animals and scanning everyone's faces as if looking for something.

Although you knew that when travelers met in the desert they were supposed to break water, you see the men in your caravan tensing up, looking at the long curved swords of those approaching. The one in charge made sure the women and children stood behind them. Madaya made her way to stand next to you holding your hand.

When the two groups met, greetings were exchanged and water skins traded, wetting dry lips. The leader of your caravan, told him your group traveled to Gra'akast. The men in deal robes said they were patrolling the sands for enemies of the Ozainae.

"Foreigner demons." He said looking at Islana with interest. He removed his scarf, revealing a huge angry scar across his face. He asked the leader how she was and what she was doing here...