Well, this isn't what you expected your birthday to end as. You were just trying to get supplies for your job-- you weren't even breaking the law this time. But no; instead of getting the ore and making it back to your house in one piece, you got caught up in an Imperial ambush. Now it's just you, two Stormcloaks, and a existential ginger fellow. At least they let you have a good night's rest. In the wagon. Before they dragged you to... Fuck, you don't even know where they're taking you.
The quiet guy on your right's pretty cute, though. Seems strange they tied a cloth around his mouth, but you just assume that's what they do to the really rowdy captives. Of course, you can't tell because you're too busy being a crying, terrified Khajiit girl.
(The top box is name, the middle box is your website, the bottom box is your email.)