The wind is howling as you stoop through a group of fir trees to make a wood. You are really sweaty and tired and you’re trying to find a place to bivouac for the night. Then. whizz. An arrow lands right on a tree near you. You run for your life but then a Telmarine hits you in the back of the head with god knows what and you wake up around old narnians and a guy that looks like a Telmarine Caspian: Are you alright? he kneels infront of you scanning you for any injuries.