Purple. Everywhere one looked, there was nothing but purple. A shimmering sea of purple, or so it seemed. Upon closer inspection, it was a massive field of nothing but Deathbells. Serezha was quite intimate with the flower, as it was a main ingredient in one of his favorite hallucinatory concoctions. But why was he here in a field filled with them? And then he saw it. A towering Deathbell, at least 50-feet tall, just "stared" at him from a distance. The Breton slowly made his way to the giant flower, until he reached what he considered a safe enough distance from it. He looked at the Deathbell, who continued its stare.
And then it spoke. "You come here often, do you not?" the flower asked.
"Uh, yes," Serezha feebily answered. "But how do you know that? I've never seen you before."
"That does not matter," replied the Deathbell. "I have seen you here and I will continue to see you here. You and I both know this. Take care, Volchenkov. Until the next time we meet."
With that, the huge flower seemed to methodically drift away, until it became a part of the normal-sized Deathbells. How did it know my name, Serezha wondered. (end dream sequence)
The wagon jolted to a stop. Volchenkov! VOLCHENKOV! It was one of Windhelm's finest guards shouting at him. Wake the hell up, you good-for-nothing cretin! We're at your home away from home. The Breton managed to shuffle out of the wagon, his hands bound. The pair of guards just laughed at him, until the same guard spoke again. If you're gonna get high, Volchenkov, you might wanna consider doing it with no stolen goods lying near you. Oh, and don't pass out either. Yeah, passing out can't be a good thing, the guard concluded. They both laughed at him again, though this time it was a heartier laugh. What an idiot.
Serezha was now being escorted to his cell. He knew this place well, as he seemed to be a frequent resident. Where shall we put him? the first guard inquired. Well, the second guard began, he's an idiot so we may as well put him with the giant freak of a buffoon. The two of them should get along fabulously. The first guard laughed, then said, Yeah, good point.
Finally reaching his cell, the guards unlocked his shackles and pushed him in. Now that his eyes were somewhat accustomed to the near darkness, Serezha couldn't help but notice he shared this cell with a behemoth of a man. He wasn't sure, but it sounded as if the giant man-child was crying.