You awaken to the odd sound of hooves trodding over cobblestone, where you are setting is being jostled around. The wind is icy cold and there is snow all around you. "You're awake." A woman speaks up next to you with an odd accent, her blond hair is twisted back but you cannot see any form of hair ties keeping it in place as her skin appears to have a build up of dirt on it. "You must have gotten caught in that imperial ambush, same as us." She points out as she can tell you are still waking.
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