The Adventure of Caesar

It was a cold day, we were on our way to be executed. I turned to my right and saw a man dressed in furs and had a cloth around his mouth. He grunted as I looked at him. I felt tired for those who were in the battle had been riding since we had been caught in the fighting of the Imperals and the Stormcloaks, Jarl Ulfric and General Tulius had been fighting over control of who would rule skyrim, but I had been caught only because I wanted to escape my problems in Skyrim, now I had been brought back to Helgen.

"You there, your finally awake."

I looked up. "What happened?"

The man in the blue uniform responded "You were there at that ambush, when we got captured."

Suddenly a man in brown rags suddenly woke up "What, Where are we? I shouldn't of taken the route to Hammerfell I could of stolen that horse and been half-way to Hammerfell, now I'm stuck with a cart of Rebellious Nords!"

The blue uniformed man snapped " Im Ralof of Riverwood, and watch your tongue, that is the Jarl of Windhlem, High King Jarl Ulfric!"

The brown ragged man responded with awe "The Jarl of Windhelm? Oh gods, where are they taking us?!"

Ralof answered in a low voice " To Sovengarde, but a fellow Nords last wish is to know his Companians names, what is yours Horse-Theif?"

The Brown Man responded "....Lokir. My Name is Lokir of Rorikstead."

Suddenly the Imperal dirving the cart yelled "Shut-up back there!"

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