Chapter 95 - 95: I Used To Be An Adventurer Once... (1/2)
Lambert held his head in his hands as he tried to make sense out of what he just heard, 'Cyrodiil? Border crossing? Imperial Ambush? Thief? Mac and cheese?... Wait no, how the hell did this thought suddenly pop up?', Lambert rubbed his hair.
Suddenly the skinny man spoke to the blond man, ”Damn, you Stormcloaks, the empire was fine before you came along, nice and lazy. Could have stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfall by now,” he then looked at Lambert, ”You there, we shouldn't be here, it's these Stormcloacks the empire wants.”
”Were all brothers in bonds now, thief”, The blond man retorted.
”Shut up back there”, the coach driver suddenly yelled, clearly irritated by the rambling of the prisoners or maybe because he had to drive a carriage in the snow. Lambert could see that the man was shivering, clearly not used to the cold air, and it would have helped if he wore something warmer. Sleeveless armor? No pants just a tunic covering the crotch with a few leather strips over them, 'his balls must be at an all-time small right now', thought Lambert as he looked at the freezing Imperial with pity in his eyes.
Lambert had long filtered out the blond man and skinny man's voices, and of course the occasional grunting of the gagged man.
'Looking at the current situation, I am either in Skyrim...I think, or my memories of the game are bad and I am just in some random magical world with a few similarities.'
Lambert still had some doubts, that is until he heard the blond man speak to the skinny man in a stern voice, ”Watch your tone, you are speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm.”
'Skyrim', Lambert finally nodded in confirmation, he could no longer doubt it the similarities of his current situation and the one he remembered from the game were too great.
After confirming his current predicament Lamber relaxed a bit, he had noticed previously that he only had the strength of himself at his prime, which means he only had the strength of Lambert when he was at his strongest, this would have made more difficult worlds challenging, but in Skyrim, even if he could not compare the power levels to the game, he felt confident.
'First to get out of here', he thought as he looked around, he was a bit confounded since not only was the only thing binding him a leather strap around his wrists, he was also on a carriage surrounded by woods, the only close guard being the carriage driver. There were a few soldiers on horses, but galloping with horses throught a forest was a bit dangerous, not only could they easily break their legs if they misstepped in a hole or other difficult terrain, but the thick underbrush and trees made gaining speed very difficult.
”...Hey thief, where are you from.?”, 'Lambert had his plan and finally focused on the rest of his surroundings, just in time to hear the Blond man's question which he remembered was named Rudolf or something like that.'