Sound came first. The heavy wooden carts creaking, horse hooves clopping along well-packed earth, prisoners grumbling and guards talking quietly. Light came next. Bright, morning sun filtered through the heavy aspen trees that lined the road. Before me sat a man, head hung low, eyes on the bottom of the cart we were in. Beside him sat a man who looked the complete opposite. Small and wiry, a dark mat of hair atop his head, eyes lined with dark circles. He too paid me no mind. To my right, a man dressed in heavy leathers and fur, a gag secured tightly over his mouth.
"Ah, you're awake." The first man speaks up, noticing that I was now conscious. I say nothing, simply stare ahead at him.
"You were caught in that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." He cocks his head to the side, gesturing at the man next to him.
The other man glares angrily back at the first. "I could have stolen that horse and