Argentine.the.Tangerine
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- Chapter 5
Like the sands, things are meant to shift and change. Time continually rolls over, folding in on itself and collapsing everything we hold dear. In return, we receive something entirely new. Such is the case with our travelers as they continue on route to Belorner. Their prior caravan leader, who they loved dearly, is nowhere to be found. Only the Princess knows where he is kept at the moment, and it’s a secret best kept to herself. A new leader has come to take his seat at the head of the caravan in the guise of a holy guard, a female one at that. With ease he took advantage of the unprepared travelers, especially one naïve farmboy.
The attack was quick and effective. Surprising once it came to light that the bandit party was comprised of three women and two men. The damage done to the wagons was not as terrible as it had originally seemed, and with some hard work put in by the travelers and bandits alike, it was easily repaired. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the slavers, who seemed to have lost the pale woman. In the frenzy she had been crushed by the weight of a horse that had fallen upon her, and both woman and beast had perished, choking on the sands that swirled about them. The young healer too had gone missing, and nobody could find a sign of him. The farmboy in particular was crushed by this, and he worried about his friend, possibly lost in the desert, possibly dead. The redhead who was in the slave caravan had been beaten into a stupor, and the priest in the wagons had caught a glimpse of her, too brief to gather the severity of her wounds, but enough to make saving her even more important than it had been before.
The merchants remained relatively unscathed, but the bandit king made it clear that their goods could be taken at any time, albeit he left them undisturbed, only offering them a companion in an alchemist for the time being. The remainder of the travelers were left to talk amongst themselves, occasionally receiving visits from the farmboy who now acted as a messenger for the bandit king. He knew many of the legends that surrounded their leader, and he was eager to tell them. He also let them know that he had come to some sort of terms with the bandit king. He would lead their caravan safely, hopefully on the path they had originally set out on until he chose to end his leadership of the caravan. Granted, it wasn’t entirely certain that he could be trusted, but they truly had no other choice.
The Sand Shaman had taken residence with the other travelers, making no threat towards them other than his presence. It all seemed far too easy. Their caravan would be the same as before, if anything it would be better protected. It became apparent that the bandit king had some sort of motive, but what it was remained hidden for the time being.
The days between the raid and their approach to the gates of Belorner were relatively peaceful despite the presence of the bandits. In fact, if anything, they provided the travelers with something to meditate on. Certainly some sought for ways to overthrow him, and others may have planned to leave in Belorner. And yet, there was something about the farmboy –his hope, perhaps that made some of them believe that things would truly work out for the better and be ok. Only time would tell.
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