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’d have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell.
Looks at Dragonborn
You there, you and me, we shouldn’t be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.

Ralof: We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now.

Driver: Shut up back there.

Lokir: looks at Ulfric What’s wrong with him, huh?

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

Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion... if they’ve 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 from Rorikstead.

Hadvar: General Tullius sir! The headsman is waiting.

Tullius: Good, let's get this over with.

Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh! Divines, please help me!

Ralof: Sees Tullius Look at him! General Tullius, the Military. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this. notices where they are This is Helgen... I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Velod 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.