The first thing he noticed as he awoke was a broad pain in the back of his head. He was on a cart, he deduced. The bumps in the road were adding to his growing migraine. Groggily he lifted his head and opened his eyes. He found his hands bound in front of him. At first sight his companions looked to be tied same as him. It was the man seated in front of him who first noticed him.

"Oh, You're finally awake." He said. "You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, Same as us and that thief over there."

"Damn you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine until you came along." He retorted. "The Empire was nice and lazy, If they hadn't been looking for you, I'd have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell."

The thief turned to face him, " You there, you and me, we shouldn't be here. It's the Stormcloaks the Imperials want."

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." The man said.

"Shut up back there." The guard, apparently an Imperial, called back.

The thief ignored the order, "What's up with him, huh?"

"Watch your tongue, you're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king!" The stormcloak snapped.

"Ulfric, the jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion, if they captured you… Oh Gods, where are they taking us?"

"I don't know where we're going, but sovngarde awaits."