A Mystical Adventure

You decide to take a chance in the desert to the East. Surely there's some village at least on the outskirts that you could try to seek the information you need.

As the grassy plains begin to turn into a rugged, sandy desert, you begin to feel the heat of the sun grow more intense the further you walk. You're body grows tired with each step taken, and you barely hear the sounds of hoof beats behind you.

As you feel the ground shake beneath your feet, you're eyes grow wide as you see a band of hooded men race towards you. You begin to turn and run, but your feet slip in the sand, keeping you from outrunning the much quicker horses.

You feel a rope wrap around your arms and you grunt as you fall face-first into the ground. Another lasso catches your legs and you struggle for a bit before resting your head in the sand with a weak groan.

One of the men leans down beside you, turning you over in the sand so they could see you properly, "This one's fit and healthy...they'll fetch a nice price."

You feel a set of heavy arms grab hold of you, lifting onto one of the steeds.

You need to find a way to get away from these men...Should you try to escape? Or should you wait it out and wait for the best moment...