Fading in and out of consciousness, Fendros could barely think. He heard voices. Not immediately voices. They all had foreign accents. He started to wake slowly, then opened his eyes suddenly when he realised that he did not know who the voices belonged to. He felt a heavy blanket fall over his lower body made from some kind of fur. Turning his head around he saw several people standing over him. An Argonian that had a faint yellow light emanating from her hands, an Orc man, a Khajiit woman, and a young Human girl who had apparently cast the blanket over him, probably Breton. The fur clothing and the trees surrounding them all gave Fendros an immediate impression that these people were bandits. Kidnappers. Fendros inhaled to try and talk, but winced as a bolt of pain shot through the right side of his chest. Fendros tried to reach for his sword with his right hand, but found that he had apparently been stripped of all belongings and clothing. He didn't realise how cold he felt until the blanket started to warm him.

An Imperial man, also in furs, came into view. "A Dark Elf? I can tell we're going to get along already." The Imperial said. He knelt down, "Those are some nasty cuts. I don't remember having to be lacerated when I was turned." He faced the Argonian, "What happened, Meesei?"

Fendros' eyes looked over each of the people staring at him. "Are... are you bandits?" Fendros croaked, trying not to aggravate his wound.