Operation Arid Soil : Part Six

"What is your name?" asked a corpse with half of his face festering with undead maggots whilst the other side was completely dried up and instead housed an undead millipede that crawled into the eye, mouth and ear as it pleased.

No response came for this simple question, the knight, now deprived of his armour and only garbed in a piece of fabric furnished by his captors was tied up inside of one of the many tents, his wrists bound behind his back by some awfully resilient rope and fastened to a wooden pillar, even his incredible might couldn't do anything to them, and trying to wear them was useless as the ones holding him there were too careful and checked everything thoroughly with unrelenting intensity.