The room was dark, only a little light shined from beside the bed,, it was soft, warm, comfortable, it was the most peaceful moment in Jason's life, until he fully opened his eyes to remembering his harsh reality
Looking at his hands and body, all those injuries, the mud that infected them, the blood that was all over his clothes, the smell of burning flesh that hunted him for hours walking by the river, the smell of flower and the touch of cotton bandages switched it ,
his clothes were ones that aren't his, they were more comfortable then anything he ever wore, he looked around him not knowing where he was at, walls seemed to be carved, as if he sat inside a hallow rock. The door gave him little to no sun light
To Jason's left he saw A single source of light, a small candle placed upon a metal cup, little flames danced with the shadows , he stared at it, this small and beautiful fire, slowly his hand reached towards it,
From the door a women entered on him, she was a bit smaller compared to the ones he grew up with, her clothes were none of a slave, as she entered she talked to someone who was behind her saying
"Now, now let me check on the boy to see- oh my god" she rushed in shock, Jason bathed his bandaged palm in the blaze, the smell of burning bandages and flesh covered the room, she hurried getting his hand out of its situation,
"What are you doing!" she yelled at the boy, he did not answer
Pitying him she went towards the shelves, took clean new bandages and renewed his, treating his burned hand
She seemed gentle, she was in her early twenties, straw bland hair came down her shoulders, from her skills it was obvious her being a nurse
"Poor little thing, to be found in that state by the river" said an old man, with his crutch in hand he stood by the door, he was in his 50s, grey strands covered both his hair and beard, mixing with the bland hair he had, wrinkles covered him from head to toe
Fara continued to bandage him, finishing it she took the candle away towards the highest shelf, and left pushing the man out
"Is this how you treat your father Fara?" said the old man
"You can check on him once he is ready to interact with others" said the nurse, her name was Fara
"To be ready, he needs to take a step first" said the old man
There was a man who stood guard by the door right behind them, he said to the old man, "You need to check if he is able to speak in the first place"
The man two was young, in the middle of his 20s, he two was bland haired
"That is something we need to keep in mind, he might not understand us in the first place" said the old man "By the way Noor, where did you say he was found?"
Noor stood up with his blade, hand spoke saying "Pharam said he found him by the lake, he and his expedition team members"
"So the nearest slavery camp the Varish have might be at the forest" said the old man
"You mean, have been" said Noor "With the state he is in, I bet they were all slaughtered
"It wont hurt to check it anyways, I will need to contact Pharam soon and send him there to check" said the old man
"Chief Baro" said a voice from behind the old man
Turning back the old man Baro spoke "Ramo, Rare to see you in the day like this"
"I heard someone successfully escaped a slavery camp, I wanted to check for myself" said Ramo, he had a scar over his eye, from his face he seemed to be in his 40s, he had a few wrinkled skin parts in his face here and there, Light brown hair covering his head
"You are right, this might be the only chance we will have a witness for the people to hear from" said chief Baro
"You mean you did not speak to him yet" said Ramo "What are we waiting for?"
"We..." said Fara, the nurse in charge of him "Are waiting for him to get back his health,"
Chief Baro continued saying "I don't think he is in a state that he could speak for himself,"
"Well, he doesn't have to waste much energy talking, after all, he only use he is for us, is the information he holds" said Ramo
"Until he is able to talk" said Fara "He is under my treatment, and as a patient he does not need to be useful"
"He wont stay a patient for ever" said Baro "Anyways, chief Baro, the reason I am here is, a penguin reached the tower last night, there he held an important letter you might want to read"
"A penguin? from the camp by the forest? we will need to call the rest before opening it" said Baro
A horn blow out a hard sound through out the mountain valley where the shelter was built, the sun started to set under the mountain range, the colour shifted reddish orange as night started its rule
The sound announced the rule of the night "Perfect timing, Noor, lets go" said chief Baro
They walked across the street, Baro was greeted by the people, he was loved, he was admired, he was respected, he smiled back at everyone, until he reached the guards that stood sharp around his tent, going through them his smile slowly faded
The tent was dark, Noor was the first to come inside checking it holding a candle, he was the personal bodyguard of the chief after all
He let the chief in, Baro sat on his chair, it was at the pointy end of the table, facing the entrance of the tent, the table had a fully drawn map, with both the Varish and the Kazar regions on it
Through the tent's door went Ramo at first, sitting beside the chief, facing the table, after him another came
Pharam, strapped to his waist a sword with a human skull right above the handle separating iron from wood, he was in his mid-twenties, his clothing was of battle leather, fit for the leader of the expedition team, Dark brown short hair
He held a face of a warrior, serious and strong
"Your highness" he said bowing his head towards the chief before sitting down
A moment later another went inside, hair coming down to his shoulders, it was reddish and curvy as if little snakes whispered in his ears, he was in his early twenties, he held no weapon, a rob covered him fully in white, grey clothing under it for the chest was open
"Your highness" he said Bowing his head like Pharam did
When everyone was seated, Ramo handed the chief Baro the letter, a crusty mud coloured stump was over it, opening it he read in secret, he folded the letter putting it to the side, he passed down his hands pressed together over both the moth the nose
He took a moment, the air felt cold and uneasy, taking a deep breath opening his eyes with the leaving air he said
"The last of our camps, the third, fell alongside its commander"