Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Got caught right in that Imperial ambush, same as us. And that thief over there.

Damn you Stormcloaks to Oblivion. Skyrim was fine until you came along, empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could have stolen that horse and been 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!

What's wrong with him, huh?

Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king.

Ulfric Stormcloak? Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion... and if they captured you... oh gods... where are they taking us?

I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Shor, Mara, Dibella, Akatosh, Divines... please help me.

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.

Look at him. General Tullius the military governer. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this.

This is Riverwood. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod still makes that mead with juniper berries mixed in... Funny, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe...

Who are they daddy? Where are they going?

You need to get inside, little cub.

Why? I want to watch the soldiers.

Get inside the house, now.

Yes papa...

Get these prisoners out of the carts! Move it!

Why are we stopping?

Why do you think? End of the line.

Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us.

No! Wait! We're not rebels!

Face your death with some courage, thief.

You've got to tell them. We weren't with you! This is a mistake!

Step towards the block when we call your name! One at a time!

Empire loves their damn lists...

Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm.

It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric...

Ralof of Riverwood.

Lokir of Rorikstead.

No! Wait! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!

Halt! Archers!

Not gonna kill me!

Ugh!

Anyone else feel like running?

Wait, you there... step forward... who, are you?