He never understood how anything could live out in the desert, let alone people. When the sun is high, it can be unbearably hot and when it's gone, the nights are cold as winter. Out of all the places hes been too, this has to be the harshest.
Trinita stood on a hill watching what the locals call a marriages. Behind him was the Caravan his team traveled with. Human slavers mostly but theres also some traders going to the capital of this country. Most of the woman in the caravan dressed up like the Jaal'darya, covered from head to toe with cloth, while men who were traders dressed in long robes. The richest of them, a man named Khelru Stan rode an elephant and owned most of the wagons, carrying black slaves collected from another country. His warriors were all men, and they dressed in fine scale mail and favored spears, curved swords and shields. No so different with any other human army.
Trinita would have preferred to travel with only his raider companions but it appears there is a civil war happening and for safety sake, they traveled with the well armed caravan. Khelru seemed to have a fascination with elves and even had a few with him as his personnel slaves.
