Kicked out onto the street

You are hauled upstairs to what looks like a back storage room before being thrown out a door. You land roughly on the cold cobblestones. From the ground you look back at your former captors. One of them, a man with sailor’s tattoos and a bald head speaks.

“Get runnin’ now. Ya got two hours.” The door slams shut as you are left alone in the quiet alley. You look down at yourself conscious of your nudity as your only scrap of modesty comes in the form of cotton panties.

The team! I need to get to get back to camp now nudity be damned!

You scramble to your feet as you choose a direction and run. Weaving through empty alleys you eventually reach an opening that leads onto the main street. Glancing down the road that leads out of town you spot stable where a stable boy seems to be closing up shop. A lone horse sits under the wooden shelter.