Anruin woke up suddenly in an area he didn't remember with a slight headache. His hands were binded to a chair, and there was a fat Imperial and a sleazy looking Altmer in military garb arguing about a 'price'.
"Hey, princess woke up!" The Altmer said cheerfully, "Thought I put to much in your drink, don't want to kill you, necrophiliacs are notoriously cheap. Slavery is where it's at!" He chuckled a bit.
Anruin hadn't been paying attention too much, instead looking out the window to get a general idea as to his location. 'Foliage in the distance, and plenty of patrolling Thalmor. Escaping might be tricky.'
"Oy, pay attention when I'm talking!" The Altmer said, smacking Anruin upside the head.