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-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.
-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 be halfway to Hammerfell. You there. You and me - we shouldn't 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, huh? -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've 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.
-Rorikstead. 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.
-Why are we stopping?
-Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us.

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