He's so important that they have bound his mouth as well. Ralof has the appearance of an ordinary soldier but Ulfric seems to be a big noise. So do two of the men in my cart – Ralof and Ulfric. There's another cart ahead of us, with four more prisoners in it. If we were to reason logically (my higher self likes logic, which is of course natural for a male), I must have been born and raised in a place quite similar to this one, or maybe a little warmer. Spruce trees, snow here and there, chilly weather but not too uncomfortably cold. Unknown as it may be, it still looks quite. I am lost in an unknown world which I somehow know to be called Tamriel. Let us return to the present moment and sum the situation up. Generally, I trust Bardslayer to guard me. I have memories of praying to them occasionally, but I rather think it's just, you know, trying to stay on the good side of everyone mighty. Speaking of gods, Lokir just mentioned Mara and Dibella – those names sound distinctly familiar. He can achieve things that are physically or magically impossible, but he can't be a god, nor a manifestation of a god. I would just suddenly get a hunch that something terrible would happen if I were to proceed with what I'm about to do. Also, Bardslayer occasionally lets me know what is the right thing to do. But during my sleep he often sends me dreams about things, including some I can impossibly have ever experienced for real. Even though I occasionally say that Bardslayer "told" me this or that, it's just a figure of speech. Just so you don't get the wrong idea of me, my higher self is nothing like a voice in my head. Had he said it's called Viridilignia, I would've had no reason to doubt him. Lokir, another man in the cart, mentioned a while ago that the region where we are is called Skyrim. The man Ralof in this cart says I was trying to cross a border. Everything that's happened to me before my waking up a few minutes ago is a complete blank. There are things I know (such as the human language, evidently) and there are things I know I have experienced sometime, somewhere, but I can't remember anything specific. But what I was getting at is that while I have vague memories of many places, people and events, I don't really know what this particular location is called and how I got here. Maybe he doesn't like people who sing a lot. I'm not sure where the nickname comes from. I am not allowed to say his real name (yes, my higher self is male), so he'll be Bardslayer to you. That said, I do have an ethereal being of sorts who guides me and watches over me. I mean, I wouldn't mind a divine intervention or sudden awakening from a nightmare, but let's remain realistic. I must rely on my co-prisoners having a plan of some kind. I hope I'm not entirely hopeless as a fighter, but with tied hands, not even the best fighter in the world would have a chance alone against those armed guards. Getting out of this predicament is my top priority at the moment. For the time being, you'll have to take my word for it, though, as it'll be a while before I can show you pictures of myself. I'm unsure about my age, but I feel like early 20's most of the time. So I better keep quiet and use the forced wait to introduce myself to you. I'm afraid to ask them if they know where we are being taken to and by whom and for what purpose. I pretend to be not fully awake yet and they leave me alone, engaging in some political discussion which I find difficult to follow. The men in the cart ask me some questions and I give them laconic answers because I don't know anything about who they are and what they might be up to. It doesn't look like I can, and I kind of guess that even if I succeeded in freeing my hands, the soldiers who are following our cart on horseback would notice it and tie me up again. While my fellow "passengers" are exchanging information as to who is from where, I'm rather wondering if I can get my wrists out of these ropes. My hands are bound (but my feet aren't) and there are three men sitting in the same cart. Having opened my eyes, I find myself sitting in a horse cart which is moving along a country road. This is a description of what I'm doing in my ongoing game, so it's obviously a spoiler.