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. But if they captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us? Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion.
Ralof: Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King. Ralof: We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell.
You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.
