The Bay of Sakand

"Don't-"
But by then it is already too late, she'd fallen unconscious from the large amounts of pain.
"Do anything else..."
@haughty was a step too far ahead, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would be displeased with him. Nonetheless, Jarkoopi would begin to use his ancient healing magics.

"Irisv wer ezoukeic, pok wer iejir, tir ti loreat." The wound would begin to close as the healing process was accelerated, there would be a fresh scar, but not much more than that. Most of the pain remained, as to keep her from waking yet.
"Heed my instructions carefully, prepare a prisoner cart for her to be sent to Lumbek in Medan, but keep her under. Whether you want to use magic or poisons, I do not care and under no circumstance is the cart allowed to stop until it reaches Lumbek unless the driver or horses need food. Anyone who disobeys my orders will end up like her companions. @haughty, I will trust you will do something useful with the bodies."

Spreading its mighty wings, the beast took off from the mountains of the Sorala, appearing to take to the skies northward to Medan.

The tribal prince hit Hansel firmly on the back of his shoulder, in an effort to spew what sand he could from his feeble white body.

He gestured for another man in his riding party to hand over his waterskin, and this he gave to Hansel. "Here. Drink." Even those few words were heavily accented.

A Sakandi-Taloub conversation went on right over Hansel's head, with input from several of the desert wrapped men, still sitting on their horses. Finally, the man beside Hansel spoke.

"We take to Sakand." Strong arms helped Hansel to the lean and sleek horse nearby.

"Just hold on and be quiet," the man said to the sputtering teen on the back of his horse. Something was said in Sakandi and the men laughed. It was clear they were laughing at Hansel, and perhaps at his rider, too.

The horses road through the sand, climbing a large dune where the city of Sakand sparkled in the far distance. Without conversation, the men road toward the city and its empty desert gates. After all, not many people wanted to brave the Sorala Desert.

As they crossed and came closer to the city, Hansel would be able to see that those guarding the gate and the wall became agitated at the sight of the riders. The gates became closed, and the few people that were actually going out that desert road quickened their pace to make a distance between the incoming riders and themselves.

Something was said among the riders, and a chuckle reverberated through the entire group, including the man whom Hansel road with. They stopped just outside of the arrow range of the men who were completely guarded at the walls, and Hansel's rider dismounted and then -- suddenly -- grabbed for Hansel and JERKED him off the horse, intending to make him fall, and at the very least stumble.

"Stand," the man ordered and he drew his scimitar.

That single action had Sakandi being shouted from the gates, and the creak of bows being drawn. The riders that surrounded Hansel seemed to be at ease... but it was a ploy. Anyone near them with a warrior's eye could see that they were ready for action at any moment, their hands hovering close to a myriad of exotic weapons, and two men within their ranks had subtly glowing eyes beneath the scarves covering their faces.

"That would be a stupid move," said one man in a thick, heavy Sakandi-Taloub accent, spoken from atop his horse where a bandoleer of throwing knives was double strapped to his chest, a small jewel in each one glowing.

"We are trading you for supplies," he further said as the man that had ridden with Hansel stepped around him, a sneer given to the young, redfaced knight before he reached the arrow line.

One guard on the wall was me given direction to shoot, and the arrow buried into the sand at the mans booted feet.

The Sakandi conversation continued to flow, and there were gestures made to Hansel.

"Show your seal," said the horsed man to Hansel, and all seemed to wait for Hansel to do so.

A burst of conversation called between the men with the horses and those at the wall. In the end, it took another 45 minutes standing beneath the sun for the gates to open, and a donkey with a floating wagon came out. The man that had originally rescued Hansel stayed beside him, while two men went to go check the goods.

"Thank you for your assistance," the gruff man said to Hansel, his face still mostly covered, but his brown eyes were visibly amused by the situation. A thin scar ran over one eye, but did not impede his vision. "Without you, many would have died. You are a hero."

It seemed like the man was making fun of him. The Bedouins had a quick conversation in another dialect. It seemed the city had given in to their demands in exchange for the boy, and their spellmaster had checked to make sure there were no tricks or illusions or trackers.

"Enjoy yourself in Sakand and remember that it is the most beautiful prison you will ever see."

The desert bandits moved away and back to their horses. They left the donkey-- it wouldn't be able to make the trip back to their base anyway -- and were gone in a flurry of sand.

The men at the gate gestured for Hansel to hurry inside, and two cerulean soldiers jogged out into the heat to help bring him and the donkey inside the city gates.