The inside of the cart was stuffy. Animal skins and cabbages lined the floor, with the occasional seat here and there. Perhaps the thing that completed the stuffiness was the Dragonborn on the floor. 

His eyes suddenly squinted, as he slowly raised his head and took in his surroundings. He could hear the clopping of hooves, shouting and running, water being thrown. He turned his head back towards the driver. Yorick was sitting at the front, waving at a few people as a he spurred the old horse on.

He looked back at the stirring form behind him.

"Awake are we? Thats good. I'd hate to show you to my boss as a ragdoll."

The dragonborn sat up, clutching at his head. "Where are we?"

"Rosenbridge. Great Bulwark of the North, The City of the White Shield, Th-"

"Yeah. Yeah ok I get it." Dourgan stated, standing up and poking his head out of the cart. The Walls loomed over the tallest of the houses, casting huge shadows over the whole of the city. The streets were paved with grey rock, and Dourgan could see children chasing after each other under the great white walls.

"I had heard stories of the White Wall but I never thought-"

"They'd be so big? Yeah... that's a lot of peoples reactions. Turns out decades of devil incursions will do that to people." Yorick turns back to driving. "Comon and sit up here big guy. Cant have you hiding from everyone."

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Tripping over cabbages and skins the dragonborn made his way to the seat beside the cleric.

"Where are you taking me anyway? To see your boss?"

Yorick smiled. "Yeah. You did a number on that vampire. Do you know why I have such a large bounty on my head?"

"I assumed you killed a local lord and then bedded his entire family."

"Well... no that's not what happened. It was actually a recruitment scheme. It turns out if you have a large enough bounty, it'll scare off all of the small fry, and then only the hardened veterans will be after your head."

"How is that a recruitment scheme? And what if you died?"

"Well it wasn't my idea. My boss just seemed to think it would be good for recruitment. And I haven't died yet."

He looks up at the dragonborn. "We'll be there soon. Don't worry."

People passing by had mixed reactions. Young boys stopped playing and came to ask him questions.

"Do you breath fire?"

"Well... I used to?"

 "Do you kidnap princesses?"

"Wha-.. No!"

"Can you swing that big sword!"

"Yep."

"Wow!"

The adults eventually pulled the boys away, less than discreetly hiding their anxiety and fear at seeing Dourgan.

"Ah shit."

Yorick jumped off the cart and stopped outside the door. He listened in to it before looking around.

"Dourgan! Come here!" he whispered.

The dragonborn looked confused before he jumped off the cart and walked in front of the door. 

"What's wrong?" The door looked perfectly fine.

"Kick the door down." he whispered back to him, gesturing towards the door.

"What?"

"Just do it!"

The dragonborn sighed before raising his leg. He drove his foot forward, driving the door off of its hinges. 

Yorick rushed in, halberd at the ready. 

"Oh for fucks sake Maldo."

A man with silver hair wiped a cloth along his longsword, standing amidst three corpses. He was a adorned with a breastplate and lazily looked up at Yorick.

"You're late."