"Yeah. I'm That Guy Right There."

Ralof looked at me sideways, "Well that's a...um...interesting name? You could have just said if you didn't want to share."

I extended my arms with middle fingers up, although I doubt he knew what it meant.

An Imperial Soldier calls out "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!"

I turned and saw what I expected: the gates of Helgen, the first city you visit in Skyrim, although in person, it was a lot more intimidating.

From the front of our procession, Tullius responded, "Good. Let's get this over with." and entered the gates and turned to the right.

I turned back to Lokir who was busy praying to any Divine that would listen. When I was playing the game I once laughed at him anguish, thinking he got what was coming to him, but now I almost felt bad.

As we passed through the gate, Ralof leaned forward and spoke low enough that only we would hear, "Look at him, 'General Tullius the Military Governor'. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this."

"And here I thought elves were supposed to be beautiful creatures", I respond with a smirk, gaining one in return.

We continue on and Ralof leans back and says what he knows about the town. Really none of us are listening, Lokir is terrified and won't stop looking at his shaking hands, and Ulfric and I are just looking around. My eyes lock on a man and his son on their porch, and I see the look of realization of what's happening pass over the man's eyes as his son asks:

"Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?"

Still looking on us with a look of someone staring at an accident on the road, he says sternly, "You need to go inside now, little cub."

The child, not understanding what is going to happen, and who will probably peek through the holes in the wood of the house to witness the spectacle anyway responds, "Why? I want to watch the soldiers."

"If anything you two should just get out of here, this isn't going to go well!," I call out, not entirely sure why I did.

His father narrows his eyes at me and turns to his son: "Inside the house. NOW!"

As we move on I call back, "You should have listened and maybe even put in a donation to the That Guy Right There Is Always Right Club!" when I turn back to the cart, I catch a strange look from Ralof.

The wagon stops, and hits a bad enough bump for the Imperial Soldier to grab the nearest wagon side and exclaim, "Woah!", giving me a bit of a chuckle.

Lokir finally looks up, as if he had been in a daze, "W-why are they stopping?!"

"Because they're about to give us a really close shave Lokir, why else?" I respond.

Ralof stands and stretches what the bonds will let him stretch, "Well let's go, we shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us."

Lokir grabs Ralof's Stormcloak mail and tries to pull him back down to sitting, and panicking, turns to the Imperials and yells out, "NO! WAIT! WE'RE NOT REBELS!"

Ralof easily pulls him up to his feet and gives him a slight shove. "Face your death with what courage you can muster, thief."

After Ulfric silently jumps down, Lokir follows, grabs Ulfric's coat, and pleads, "You've got to tell them! Please! You've got to tell them we weren't with you! This is a mistake!" Ulfric simply shoulder shoves him and he falls. As he is getting up, Ralof jumps down, and I jump down in turn. No one left to turn to, Lokir grabs me by the front of my burlap shirt with his bound hands.

"We've got to do something! Maybe make a break for it! We can't let them do this! They can't do this!"

I grab Lokir in turn and pull him close to whisper in his ear, "Lokir, listen to me. I wasn't going to tell you because I honestly don't care, but you're being annoying. Just whatever you do, DON'T run. Trust me." He looks at me still panicked, and very much confused and I push him back into his spot.

The Imperial Captain steps forward and barks, "Step toward the block when we call your name! One at a time!"

Ralof sighs and murmurs something about the "Empire's damned lists."

Just as usual, a young soldier standing in front of us, Hadvar, scribbles in his book and calls out the name "Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm."

Ralof calls ahead as the Jarl storms toward the block, "It's been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!" and is called next. I begin to wonder if I will enter a character creation and change in front of everyone as I stand before them. That would be be pretty funny, I chuckle to myself. I notice Lokir fidgeting in front of me as the soldier flips through his book.

"Lokir of Rorikstead."