Haming: 'Why? I want to watch the soldiers.'Ĭaptain: 'Get these prisoners out of the carts. Torolf: 'You need to go inside, little cub.'

Haming: 'Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?' Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.' 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. Ralof: 'Look at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. Lokir: 'Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Imperial: 'General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!' Ralof: 'A Nord's last thoughts should be of home.' Ralof: 'Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?' Ralof: 'I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits.' Lokir: 'Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.' Ralof: 'We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.'

It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.' 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.'

Skyrim my ancestors are smiling at me