Ralof: Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border,
right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that
thief over there.
Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was
nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen
that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me -- we
should be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.
Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.
Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!
[Lokir looks at the gagged man.]
Lokir: And what's wrong with him?
Ralof: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High
Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if
they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?
Ralof: I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits.
Lokir: No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening.
Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?
Lokir: Why do you care?
Ralof: A Nord's last thoughts should be of home.
Lokir: Rorikstead. I'm...I'm from Rorikstead.
[They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.]
Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!
General Tullius: Good. Let's get this over with.
Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.
Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like
the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do
This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod
is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny...when I
was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.
Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?
Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.
Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.
Torolf: Inside the house. Now.
[The wagon stops near the chopping block.]
Imperial Soldier: Whoa.
Lokir: Why are they stopping?
Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods
waiting for us.
Lokir: No! Wait! We're not rebels!
Ralof: Face your death with some courage, thief.
[Under the Imperials' watchful eye, the prisoners start jumping out.]
Lokir: You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!
Imperial Captain: Step toward the block when we call your name. One at a time!
Ralof: Empire loves their damn lists.
Hadvar: Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.
Ralof: It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!
Hadvar: Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead.
Lokir: No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!
[He makes a break for it.]
Imperial Captain: Halt!
Lokir: You're not going to kill me!
Imperial Captain: Archers!
[Lokir is downed with one bowshot.]
Imperial Captain: Anyone else feel like running?
Hadvar: Wait, you there. Step forward. Who are you?