Non-descript rock formation but well known by the slavers are passed one by one by the slaves who have little inclination to admire the view. Thirst starts to seep in and slaves are tired. Little knowledge of the Southern dialects allows Triss to understand they are going to an oasis for tonight.
Another night, another oasis. Triss tried to escape the night before, so all were hobbled with short chains. After a while their legs' joints become really painful but no release was in sight before dawn.
In the morning, hobbled slaves can still be used before being released for march. The sorceresses were actually eager to please the new masters just to get out of the hellish position. Marching under a scorching sun was much better than the twisted pose created by the short chains.
The slaver guard who took an interest in Yen is spending a lot of time ... talking. If she wouldn't know better she would have thought he has feelings about her.
Bub was the oldest of all slave drivers and he was the first to choose the slave he wanted to spend the night with. Yen would have preferred the talkative young guy but Bub has decided otherwise.
Dragged into one of the tents she's assaulted the whole night, either by Bub or by the guard on duty, bored by the tedious task of watching the desert.
The sleep is interrupted by the sudden jerk in the neck chain that pulls her outside the tent. The rest of the caravan is already asesembling, in the familiar 2 rows column.
Witcher 35
