You were trying to cross the border,
right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that
thief over there.

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.

We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.

Shut up back there!

And what's wrong with him?

Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High
King.

Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if
they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?

I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits.
No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening.
Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?
Why do you care?
A Nord's last thoughts should be of home.
I'm...I'm from Rorikstead.
General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!
Good. Let's get this over with.
Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.

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
with this.

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.