The first sound that broke through the darkness was the sound of horses. But that couldn't be right last she remembered she was at the border shivering against the cold of Skyrim. A new province for a new life, a place she could easily get lost in the crowd, or stepped on. Either way it was away from... That didn't matter, what mattered was the feel of wood underneath her and the sway of her body side to side. And horses, why was she hearing horses... She was crossing the border and found some lavender, she had never seen lavender but the smell was amazing and she couldn't stop herself from picking it. She was wondering how it would taste when...
A large boot kicked her in the side hard enough to push her against what felt like another set of legs. "Stop kicking her horse thief, the imperials did enough damage already."
"She keeps rolling onto my feet and it's annoying."
"Kick me again an' I swear I'll castrate you." Her voice was hoarse and thick, she didn't recognize it, hell if her throat hadn't burned when she spoke she might not have believed it was her doing the talking.
"Ah, you're awake. You took a good knock over the head there."
"What... where... what happen?" She blinked against the bright sun and looked up into four sets of eyes staring down at her. "Stop starin' at me like that, it's creepy." She said as she tried to move her hands to her sides and push herself up. When she finally figured out her arms weren't doing what she wanted she raised them up over herself and noticed the bindings around her wrists and let out a rather loud annoyed groan.
She heard a chuckle from her left and looked up into the grinning face of a rather large blonde man, Nord she thought only Nord's were that big. "Guess you weren't expecting that were you."
"Just so you know, if you sell me to some slaver or whore house, I swear..."
"I doubt you have to worry about that." He cut her off and chuckled again. "You picked a bad time to come to Skyrim little imperial."
"I'm a breton you half brained jackass." She snarled as she managed to force herself into a sitting position.
"You are small for a Breton."
"And you have big feet for a Nord." Ok not her best come back but she blamed the massive headache for her lack of wit. "Where am I?"
"In the back of an imperial wagon on your way to the headman's block." The driver of the wagon said before anyone else could answer. "Welcome to Skyrim, Breton." He added and let out a loud rather obnoxious laugh.