Darkness.  The first thing to reach his mind was an unsteady rocking and jolting.  Then the soft creaking of wood and metal filtered to his ears.  Warm, still air pressed against him and the smell of unwashed cloth assailed his nose.  Before he opened his eyes, Prince Tristan was sure he was traveling in a wagon.<br/><br/>He blinked his eyes against the dim shade and slowly pushed himself up.  He was naked, and found his entire body sore and weak.  Sitting up, he managed to make out two other forms.  They were in a rough wagon, really not much more than a box with wheels.  The rear wall held a door with no visible catch.  Almost certainly bolted or barred from the other side.<br/><br/>He looked around and found a jug in the corner that upon closer inspection seemed full of drinkable water.  Bringing it with him, he crawled over to check on Lauralana and Ana.  Finding both women as naked as he, but thankfully breathing he sat back and sighed.  He recalled rushing to try and drag the elf to the portal, and the looming thing that had stood over her.  And the smell... and then...<br/><br/>Tristan closed his eyes and groaned as the memories of what he'd done returned.  And with that came the sickening realization of what had most likely occurred to his fellow captives.  "Lauralana...  Ana..." he called, not wanting to touch either of them to wake them, fearful of how they might react to contact right now.