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mountain pass. All are seated and bound; the one dressed in finery is gagged.]
Ralof: Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border,
right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that
thief over there.
Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was
nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen
that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me -- we
should be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.
Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.
Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!
⣿⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿⡿⠏⣼⣿⣷⣌⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⢰⣿⣶⣌⣥⣶⣿⣿⡟⠻⢛⢷⣦⡍⠹⠋⡴⣲⡲⡌⢿⣿
⣿⡇⣾⣿⡿⡛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣇⠩⠤⣹⣿⡿⢋⣼⣯⣤⣼⡷⢸⣿
⢛⣣⣿⣿⡌⠀⡁⢸⢿⣦⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣡⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣾⣿
⡖⢹⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣿⣷⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢰⣿⣿
⡥⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿
⣷⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢠⣿⣿
⣿⣷⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⣿⣿
⣿⡧⢈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠨⣿
⣿⡇⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠘
⡟⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣍⣉⣥⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆
⠿⠥⢶⡏⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⢀⣴⣷⣌⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣍⡛⢷⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠻⣯⠽⣿⣿⠟⠁⣠⠿⠿⣿⣿⣎⠻⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟
⣿⣿⣦⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣏⡧⠙⠁⣀⢾⣧ ⠈⣿⡟ ⠙⣫⣵⣶⠇
⣿⣿⣿⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠃⢀⣀⢻⣎⢻⣷⣤⣴⠟ ⣠⣾⣿⢟⣵⡆
⣿⣯⣄⢘⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⢀⣤⡙⢿⣴⣿⣷⡉⠉⢀ ⣴⣿⡿⣡⣿⣿⡿
⠿⣿⣧⣤⡘⢿⣿⣿⠏ ⡔⠉⠉⢻⣦⠻⣿⣿⣶⣾⡟⣼⣿⣿⣱⣿⡿⢫⣾
⣷⣮⣝⣛⣃⡉⣿⡏ ⣾⣧⡀ ⣿⡇⢘⣿⠋ ⠻⣿⣿⣿⢟⣵⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⢧⣴⣘⢿⣿⣶⣾⡿⠁⢠⠿⠁⠜ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡙⣿⣷⣉⡛⠋ ⣰⣾⣦⣤⣤⣤⣿⢿⠟⢋⣴⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢰⡿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢃⣰⣫⣾⣿⣿