Rohaan likely didn't have the opportunity to appreciate the appearances of the soldiers for long as they got to work. For what it was worth, it was clear that these were professional soldiers, as opposed to the gaggle of city guards that had apprehended him earlier. The captain, along these new soldiers, wore completely different armor than before. Likely, there was no longer explicit need to hide his identity from prying eyes, and a keen eye would spot the personal insignia of the Emperor of the Unified Realms of Man engraved into their breastplates. By anyone's estimate, this wasn't a good thing for the non-human. With direction from the captain, the soldiers proceeded to unchain Rohaan from the dungeon's wall, only to chain his feet together so that it would be impossible to run, and did the same to his hands. A burlap sack was placed over his head to rob him of most of his awareness, and he was marched out of the cell by the captain, flanked on both sides by his soldiers.

When they finally reached the surface, nothing was as it was expected. The usual sounds of the city that they were once in was long gone. In fact, there were no sounds of other men, aside from the soldiers that now surrounded the Shifter. In fact, nothing could really be heard aside from the chittering of birds and the wind rustling itself through tree branches. They truly were in the middle of nowhere. Before the non-human could get ahold of any kind of bearings, the soldiers dragged him to an enclosed carriage and tossed him into it. It was rather clear what it was, given that the horses at the front could easily be heard. Given the present situation, it seemed unlikely that this transport was taking Rohaan to his execution, but there was no reasonable way to be certain of that. One of the soldiers was seated next to him, possibly as a precaution against the non-human, though it seemed unlikely that the Shifter would be trying to escape, given that the enchanted shackle was keeping him largely immobilized and submissive. Before long, the carriage began to move.

With the burlap sack, it was mostly impossible to gauge the passage of time or ascertain where exactly the carriage was headed to. In every regard, it felt as if they had been travelling for ages, and the enchanted shackle gave no opportunity for Rohaan to relax at all. Besides, the soldier seated next to the Shifter had a dagger close to his throat anyway. Perhaps these soldiers fear the non-human, or they were waiting for the first opportunity to kill him. Yet, at the same time, something was clearly staying their hand, else Rohaan would have been dead long ago. The carriage ride itself was rough and bumpy. It was rather clear that they had diverted from the old imperial roads and taken to the poorly kept dirt roads that were rather common in the rural parts of the Pale Reaches. Eventually, the carriage came to an abrupt stop and Rohaan was forcefully dragged out. He was essentially dragged through what seemed to a forested area. This didn't reveal much of anything since forests covered much of this area anyway. Still, the weather was brisk and the summer snows could be felt falling from the sky above. Though it felt like ages, eventually they reached what seemed to be a clearing within the woods, though Rohaan was still unlikely to be able to make out much of anything. After a bit more of walking, the Shifter was forced onto his knees and the sack over his head was ripped off, very likely stunning Rohaan from the brightness of the midday sun.

"The silverblood that you wanted, your grace." The captain motioned over to Rohaan, clearly as humorless as ever. The other soldiers had taken their posts not far away from the rest of them. Where exactly they were, was still as much of a mystery as ever. They were significantly far from any civilization, and before them was a great lake with the clearest water that could possibly be seen anywhere, except for maybe the ocean itself. In fact, it was easy to see the fish swimming in the water below. Fishing rods were organized neatly along the shore, though none were currently cast. A portable workstation was not too far from the rods, with multiple different kinds of knives sitting atop of it, probably with the purpose of cleaning and skinning fish. A bucket was filled with fish heads and other inedible parts of the fish. Finally, a great pavilion was set up at the fair end of the lake, filled with supplies and other necessary furnishings for the still absent fisherman. Being battered in the wind was a banner that had the same insignia as the ones engraved on the soldiers' armor- a frost and fire drake opposing each other.

The man whom the captain was speaking to finally came into view. This was a tall man, clearly possessing the blood of the Pale Men, along with his blonde hair which was cropped short and well-coiffed. At the most, this man was in his late thirties, although his cleanly shaved face could have made him look younger than he actually was. His clothing wasn't particularly impressive, consisting of a thin white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, along with durable trousers tucked into tough leather boots. Nothing strange for any fisherman to wearing. However, this man was clearly more than just that, emanating a commanding aura that few men in this world could ever aspire to. There was a leather glove only on his left hand, and it obviously wasn't a fashion statement. He was hiding something.

"Yes, those eyes are unmistakable." Even the man's voice was dominant and powerful. There wasn't ever any need for him to yell, but it was still the kind of voice that would easily carry over a battlefield.

"Remove the chains." The man simply said as he used a rag to clean the fish blood and guts from his hands. The captain hesitated for a second, but it quickly passed. This was no man to disobey. The chains were quickly removed and cast away, yet the man still frowned. He motioned to the enchanted shackle. "Including [i]that[/i]."

"Your grace, I must recommend against allowing the silverblood-" The captain stopped midsentence after the man gave him a single piercing look with his golden eyes. The tension passed as soon as it had materialized.

"If the shiftling kills me, then you have my permission to return him the favor. That should be more than fair, no?" That made the captain grit his teeth as he removed the shackle.

"Oh little shiftling," the man continued as he walked closer to Rohaan, "I know who you are. Such notoriety grants one many enemies and very few friends. But you already knew that. Shiftlings are clever and resourceful creatures, if anything."

He only offered Rohaan a half-smile that flashed across his lips. "It does make me wonder. . . do you know who I am?"