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번역 관련 문제 보고
right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that
thief over there.
Lokir: D**n 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
King.
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.
⢸⣿⣷⣤⣤⣤⣬⣙⣛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⡍⠄⠄⢀⣤⣄⠉⠋⣰
⣖⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢇⣿⣿⡷⠶⠶⢿⣿⣿⠇⢀⣤
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣥⣴⣿⡗
⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠄
⣦⣌⣛⣻⣿⣿⣧⠙⠛⠛⡭⠅⠒⠦⠭⣭⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠄
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠹⠈⢋⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣵⣾⠃⠄
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⣴⣿⣶⣄⠄⣴⣶⠄⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠄⠄
⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⢻⣿⣿⣿⠄⣿⣿⡀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⠛⠁⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠞⢿⣿⣿⡄⢿⣿⡇⣸⣿⣿⠿⠛⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠉⠻⣿⣿⣾⣦⡙⠻⣷⣾⣿⠃⠿⠋⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣠⣴
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⡿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠻⠿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣾⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣹⣿⣯⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⡿⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠿⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠻⠿⣮⡿⣿⣿
⣿⡿⢟⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣽⣿
⣿⣼⡟⠛⠉⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣟⣿
⣧⣿⠃⠀⢰⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣷⣤⣄⣀⣀⣤⣴⣶⣿⣟⣿⣿
⡿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⠛⠋⠉⠉⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣻⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣷⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿ Totally not the imposter ⣿⣧⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢿⣿⣿
⣿⡽⣷⣦⣤⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡏⡍⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿