Ralof: I don’t know where we’re going, but sovngarde awaits.
Lokir: no, this can’t be happening! This isn’t happening!
Ralof: hey, what village are you from, horse thief?
Lokir: why do you care?
Ralof: a nords last thoughts, should be of home.
Lokir: rorikstead. I’m.. im from rorikstead.
General tullius sir! The headsman is waiting!
Tullius: good. Let’s get this over with.
Lokir: shor, Mara, dibella, kynareth, akatosh. Divines, please help me!