Tamr awoke to a sudden blackness. His whole body was stiff and sore. His mouth had been gagged, his hands bound and his eyes blindfolded.
'Where am I?' thought Tamr.
"Good job, Tamr," a deep male's voice said. "You put up quite the show. Yes, that's right. We were there. We saw you kill those bandits. But, the problem is, they were in our clan. And you're not leaving your debt unrepaid."
'Try me,' Tamr muffled through his gag.
"So, let's hear what you have to say about all of this," the voice said. He unbound the gag from around Tamr's mouth.
"What do you want with me?" asked Tamr. "And how did you take me from the barracks?"
"Well," the voice answered."I already told you the answer to the first question, and as for the second question, a professional must keep some secrets to his success."
"The town guard will realize that I'm gone and they'll find you and kill you."
"I doubt it," another, female voice replied. "They'll have to delve into every cave in Falkreath to find us. And plus, they wouldn't put up such a fuss over one guard."
"What about..." Tamr thought for a second. "The Dragonborn?" The two voices gasped. "Now, take off my blindfold, or I'll unleash my shouting power on the both of you."
One of the bandits started to gag him again, but Tamr shouted "STOP!"
The bandit flinched and took the gag and set it down.
"Now, take off the blindfold or suffer the consequences."
"Alright," the male voice said.
Tamr felt the blindfold being untied from around his head. The blindfold came off and Tamr opened his eyes. At first he found himself staring into the face of a male orc. Then he looked around and saw the other bandit, a dark elf. He kept looking around and saw he was in a murky cave, he was sitting on a large boulder, and the exit of the room was directly across from him.
'So close,' Tamr thought. 'Yet so far. Unless...'
Tamr shouted, "FUS RO DAH!" but nothing happened.
The bandits ducked as quickly and as low as they could. Tamr, seizing the chance for escape, stood up, stumbled from stiffness, and darted to and out the exit.
He ran into a group of three bandits. Two unsheathed their swords, and the other one pulled out his bow.
The first bandit swung his sword vertically at Tamr. Tamr hopped back and held his hands forward. His bounds were cut!
He leaped forward and punched the bandit in the jaw, knocking him out. Tamr grabbed the bandit's sword and ran the bowman through the chest. The last bandit slashed at Tamr. Tamr parried the attack, knocking the bandit off-balance. Tamr lopped the bandit's head off, grabbed the longbow from the bowman's corpse and sprinted out of the room into a narrow hall.
He saw a chest as he was running, so he stopped and peeked in. It was his armor, weapons, and money. He quickly grabbed it all and ran out of the cave.
He was outside on a clear night. Tamr dared not to tarry. But, there was something that seemed wrong to him. There were plains all around. And at the end of the plains were mountains. And he saw the Throat of The World, but it was to the south.
He was not in Falkreath.