Regulus, still in a daze, was slowly jostled to consciousness by the bumpy road. He opened his eyes halfway and glimpsed his surroundings. From what he could tell, he was in some sort of iron cage, strapped to a cart being pulled by a horse. He was about to stand up when he was set upon by a blinding headache, a searing pain just behind his eyes, which forced him to remain stock-still. While laying there paralyzed, he tried to remember what happened the night before. Assuming, that is, that he had only been unconscious for one night. He certainly didn’t recognize the flat plains around him.

     He couldn’t remember much. Everything was a blur of confusion and rage. The poison must still be in his brain. What he did remember was that he had ran after Tybalt, but something had gone wrong…. He had made a human angry somehow. He had pulled out some kind of strange gun and used it on Regulus when he discovered their machines. Beyond that, the poison’s effects were too great to recall anything but the broadest emotions. He forced himself to sit up, blinking back tears as the pain came back.

     He looked over the walls of the cart and his heart sank. The forest he was so familiar with was long gone, nowhere in sight. The trees had been replaced with huge grazzy fields, and great mountains in the distance. His wagon was part of a caravan, wagons stretching as fa as the eye could see. He turned to the front of the wagon, his back aching. The horse that was pulling him was a light chestnut color, it’s mane slightly darker. On its sides were bags carrying supplies. Enough supplies for a very long journey. But it was not the horse that grabbed his attention. It was the human walking next to the mare that interested him.

     He was very old, with a long white beard that went down nearly to his waist. He walked with a limp, and a sturdy cane for support. His hair was dirty and matted, and he was wearing the strangest clothes. He wore no leggings, but a sort of blue skirt. The belt of which shone brightly, though there were no visible gems. His shirt was torn in multiple places, with a sash of bright blue across his chest. The most curious thing about his clothing was his headgear, though.