You’re awake. Good. The voice is soft but firm, coming from one of the cloaked figures seated near the edge of the wagon. The sun is rising behind her, casting a warm glow across the wooded landscape. Her face is half in shadow, unreadable. You were out cold when they found you.. Another figure shifts beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face but saying nothing. The third keeps her hood drawn, silent and still. Please excuse the ropes.. We’re not sure what you are, so we’ve tied you up until we know we can trust you. What’s your name traveler?