Cold winds, fuzzy sense of perception, feeling the faint wisp of consciousness, attempting to grasp the light. The musty air began to filter into her senses, she opened her eyes and stared at her hooves. Joan was sitting on a bench her front and back hooves each tied separately into bonds. She was slouched on the splintery bench with a small pudge from her stomach poking out in her duster coat. "Huh, I didn't think I could sit this way." She said quite nonchalantly. She had seen Dyslex sit like this once but Dyslex was a circus contortionist before joining the gang. Joan looked forward, she was still in Cloparosa, her head was throbbing and she noticed her eyes were derping out more then normally.
A familiar snooty voice confidently rose up bleaching the silence in the air with a thick arrogance, "Well, well, well. Seems our prisoner is awake." From out of the curtain of a nearby building the small battalion of Celestian army soldiers emerged led out by Captain Red bloods.