A couple days after the failed ambush on the trading caravan, and nothing changed. Jaber was still confined in his makeshift cell, watching as the twins peered down at him, listing off people they thought would pay more than his weight gold, and making plans on how to waste that gold afterwards.
Those conversations would usually be cut by Bellal who would shoo them away or prompt them to pick up pace.
Khalid would check on him from time to time, mostly to make sure he was still alive than anything else, or so Jaber thought. He still was distrustful of those who showed more kindness than they ought.
The twins, he could understand their love for money. Bellal, his distaste for him was palpable and if he could, he would have killed him on the spot. Khalid on the other hand was as mysterious and unfathomable as the deserts themselves. Despite, or maybe because of, his calm demanor and old age, he was truly respected and deeply feared by the rest of the caravan.
