You open your eyes upon a darkening sky, a thin drizzle falling through the forest canopy above and wetting your face. You are in a wooden cage on the edge of a ring of tents centered around a fire pit, near which stand several of the bandits you saw earlier, including, to your dismay, the massive man who knocked you out, which led to you seeing…
You must have been dreaming. Of a forest, of spirits, of Zhan-Ukhel, of the gods…but it wasn't a dream, quite. It was a vision of another, very different place.
As you think on this, you notice that your cage sits in between two others of a similar size and construction. To your right is a man who looks glum and dejected, but as you watch, you see that he is methodically examining the twine that ties the bars of the cage together. In the cage on the left is a woman who sits with her legs drawn up to her chest. Her expression is obscured by her hair, which hangs in strands made wet by the spots of rain falling from the darkening sky.