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
nurse
traitor
I am surrounded by traitors. I have become one of them to learn about their plans to overthrow the king. I fear I'm starting to see their points though.
I guess that depends on what they say. I was undercover trying to find the real traitors but you have to admit they aren't entirely wrong Do you need medical help? No, but the king might when we're done...um I mean no thanks for asking though Of course I serve anyone. Do you like the king? I am indifferent to him. Interesting. Does he actually treat  you well? I do not interact with him. Lucky. From what I hear he is mad and will snap at anyone even the queen. Why are you in this tent? I am the one who set this tent up. Do you actually use these leaches on people? Yes they help with blood poisoning.