![]() ![]() Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. I bet they had something to do with this. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Divines, please help me." Ralof: "Look at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. Let's get this over with." Lokir: "Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. ![]() I'm from Rorikstead." Imperial: "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!" Tullius: "Good. 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. ![]() 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. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." Lokir: "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. 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: "And what's wrong with him, huh?" Ralof: "Watch your tongue. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. 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. ![]()
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