[The story opens with a brief, mostly-dialog-free action scene that sets the tone and introduces the main character, which I've omitted because I think this second section works better as vertical slice.]
Page 13 (eight panels)
Panel 1. Establishing shot of a horse-drawn cart driven by
an Imperial soldier as it trundles down a dirt road.
Lokir, Ralof, Ulfric (who is gagged), and Sibil, a lithe,
athletically built Khajiit woman with faint tabby markings,
are inside. All of them have had their hands bound.
Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was
fine until you came along. Empire
was nice and lazy.
Panel 2. A closer shot of the cart's occupants. Sibil
appears to be asleep.
If they hadn't been looking for
you, I could have stolen that horse
and been halfway to Hammerfell.
Panel 3. Sibil speaks. Her eyes remain closed. Lokir scowls
If they were not looking for you,
that means they were distracted,
and a distracted man is a stupid