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
his horse
vendor
I wonder how much I can get for this roll of silk?  Is that street urchin going to swipe a leg of meat again?  It's a beautiful day to be out selling my wares in the town market.
why hello there fellow Hello there, nice day for a run isn't it? Yea I would say so Do you run much? a  little bit don't have much time cause of work. Where is  your owner at No idea, I left him back a long way  . . . maybe an hour ago.  What do you do> I sell various herbs and spices Ah, any good for horses? there are some spices that you might like here try this What is it called? Horse spice to be precise not very orginal is it No, not very.  What does it taste like?