Welcome to the Barren Lands
It was an average day on the barren lands of northern Elsweyr, average in that it was well over 100 degrees and dry enough to suck the moisture right out of your pores. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, casting exaggerated shadows on the low dunes, making the long shallow ravine running miles north to south to appear bottomless. Traveling northward alongside the ravine a caravan 5 wagons long crawled along, 2 of its wagons had covered tops and hauled seemingly mundane cargo, the other 3 however were built like cages on wheels, each carried prisoners on their way to Cyrodiil, escorted by a dozen Imperial Soldiers.
The front most carriage was almost empty with only 4 prisoners; one of them (a Nord by the name of Elgard) pulled himself up, apparently just waking. He rubbed the back of his bruised head and declared
"Ow me bloody head!" he looked around confused "Eh? This ain't Yigrohs Inn."
Another prisoner (a Wood Elf) seemed to excite at the idea of having someone to talk to "Nope, afraid not, we're being taken to Castle Leyawiins dungeons!"
Elgard heaved himself up (possibly to object) halfway before hitting a steel bar, dizzy he fell heavy onto his bottom. He decided not to fight fate, so he just sat back and took a look at his surroundings. Sharing the cart with him was the Bosmer who had just talked to him (and was currently staring unblinkingly at him waiting enthusiastically to continue the "conversation"), what looked like another wood elf sat in the corner giving him a dirty look, he was especially small with a heavily tattooed face, lastly a Dark Elf woman sat to his right looking about herself nervously.
Elgard also noticed both caged carriages behind them carried all Khajiiti, all very tough looking. Turning back to his cage he saw that strange Bosmer was still smiling expectantly at him,
"I'm Elgard the Wulfhart by the way"
The fellow was responding before Elgard finished saying Wulf in Wulfhart
"Ferdain, a pleasure to make you're acquaintance" said the Bosmer as he wrestled Elgard's hand into awkward handshake Elgard smiled and tucked his hands between his back and the bars (wiping them off on his dirty tunic) he turned over to the nervous Dunmer woman,
"And whats your name miss?" she looked up, eyes wide with terror,
"Oh! Me?... My names Novena, Novena Hleran..."
Elgard nodded pleasantly, feeling satisfied that their little cage was growing friendlier (even if in a creepy way) he turned to the last member
"An waz your name lil buddy?" the tattooed little fellow looked up at him, eyes bulging and face looking set as if to spit venom into his eye, after a moment he hunched his shoulders growling "Nothing you fools would appreciate." Elgard just shrugged it off chuckled (Not considering his audience) to the other 2 prisoners "Elves, huh?." The unnamed young man jumped up (as he was short enough to stand in the cage) "Elf! I am no elf I am Ohmes you beligerant…"
"Down in there prisoner! I said sit down or you get BEAT down!"
The young man sat back down begrudgingly muttering to himself, Elgard took a closer look at his tattoos, he had a black tribal symbol hooking over his left eyebrow that curved all the way down to his chin, and around his mouth a set of blue markings shaped like teeth formed an artificial fanged smile. Everyone was quiet for a while, returning to their corners, Elgard found some string in his pocket and began attempting to pull his mop of hair into a ponytail. The sun was nearing the earth on the horizon, the tip just brushing a dune to the west.