The Cabin

You slowly and painfully come to your senses to the sound of horse shoes and the thud and creak of wooden wheels hitting rocks. When your eyes start working again you see that you are in the back of a horse-drawn wagon. Your hands are bound, and your head hurts. A lot. You slowly look up towards the man sitting across from you, who you observe is also handcuffed. He has long blond hair, and a messy beard. He notices you’re awake and says:

“Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as me, and that thief over there.”