The phantomess is pleased with reviews and comments, now let us see how the hell Naddir will get out of this one

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"Well, well, what do we have here? A theif, stealing from even bigger thieves." The man who toward over the small persain leaned down "Do you know what we do to thieves who are stupid enough to get caught around here?" Naddir shook his head slowly unable to move. "Well, lets just say you're gonna find out…" He quickly ensnared the terrified man.

"Well my dears, it seems we have a guest" he called out to the camp who were now just starting to crawl out of there tents. When a few of them realized what was happening they started to cackle. A few kids crawled out of their tents and eagerly pulled on their mothers dress hems. Naddir could not believe he had been caught. He was in shock.

"Now my dear family" he said stopping them both, "with the current low stock of food raging through our fine establishment I think we have found a perfect solution. Tonight my lovely's we feast!" The collective ansemble began to howl in joy. Now Naddir understood why Erik was the way he was, having grown up with these people.

Naddir was soon hosted onto a poll while they prepared for tonight's feast, where he would be boiled alive in the stew. Of course was trying to fight his binding but to no avail. He had failed his friend, the man he owed an unpayable debt, and his best friend, no brother, as he would not be able to reunite the mother and son. Oh how did he always fail the ones he loved in the end? His wife, who died giving birth to his son, his bad genetics that killed his only child, Erik who would soon die in his lover's arms, and yet another child left to perish in the persian sand beneath his wake.

He looked to the sky, with it's blinding, all seeing sun "I'm sorry my little Zinnia, I have failed you all…" Then he heard a shuffle behind the curtain of the tent post he was mounted on, and the young boy who he had left in the cave pulled on his pant leg.

Naddir looked down in surprise as the child silently handed him a sharp piece of broken pottery (probably found in the unguarded storage area) and slipped away. Naddir was astonished at the boys intelligence and bravery, to know he needed to be quiet and that he needed to escape.

After carefully looking around he cut through the rope and dropped down. Most were in their tents hiding and blocking out as much of the heat as possible. He quickly made his way to the horse tied to a mount when he heard a young man yell his alarm.

Naddir turned around punched him right in the eye, as two others ran behind him and were trying to restrain him. That is when he saw the boy standing next to a stack of heavy metal pots used for cooking. They made eye contact and the moy grabed a spoon that had been left on the floor and naddir quickly backed in the group into the kitchen with all his strength and the boy carefully tripped them with the spoon and made them land right into the stack of pots. Naddir grabbed the boy and made for the horse.

He slammed the both of them on when the chief came running right for them. Naddir, who had quite plainly had enough for one day readied his foot and right when it seemed they were going to collide he kicked out and with the momentum of the large man suddenly changing and the fact Naddir was mounted on a horse keeping him stationary, sent him back and then Naddir kicked off, making sure to have the horse kick him in the face once, before riding off faster than they had ever gone, into the desert sand.

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So Naddir had had enough of that shit, and if you are thinking man, this is a way too smart toddler, just, for a moment picture erik as a toddler, you know, the genious, and talented mastermind of practically every skill -except hand writing- and then the the boy doesn't seem all that unrealistic. Next we will see how our other travelers are fairing