Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
the man sleeping inside.
a captured knight
I was captured in the most recent battle.  I am lucky to still be alive.  I have to escape soon.
Ex-excuse me...Sir...? Hey! No talking prisoner! Forgive me! I am lucky to be alive!  You have spared me..but you generosity will be for not if I die of thirst! Give that back! Listen buddy. Im just a jester who stuck watching you because I didnt make the king laugh enough tonight I see. Jesters are known to be kind of heart. If you would allow me a drink from the spring nearby, I will tell you stories of my battles. Hahaha! Im a jester not a fool! Jester! You've already lost favor with the king! What do you think he will say if he finds out that his invaluable prisoner was left to die under your watch? Oh? And imagine what would happen if you got away from me! You can last a couple days without water! I tried to be honorable. You've forced me to be brash. Get out of my way, jester, if you know what is best. Help help! The prisoner has gone crazy! GUARDS! You hold your tongue! If you scream again, I will knock you unconscious. Get off of me!!!!! GUARDS!