There’s an Imperial wagon driving four prisoners down a snowy 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 halfway to Hammerfell.
[He turns to the player.]
You there. You and me -- we shouldn’t 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!
[Lokir looks at the gagged man.]
Lokir: And what's wrong with him?
Ralof: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.
Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?
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 Nord's last thoughts should be of home.
Lokir: Rorikstead. I'm...I'm from Rorikstead.
[They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.]
Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!
General Tullius: Good. Let's get this over with.
Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh! Divines, please help me.
Ralof: 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.
This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny...when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.
[A man and his son watch the prisoners pull into town.]
Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?
Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.
Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.
Torolf: Inside the house. Now.
Guy sitting next to me flipped out when I stood up to leave, he’s like wait bro, you’re gonna miss the end credits scene!
I looked at him solemnly stating: there is no end credits scene. He looked at me with a face of pure disbelief crossed with horror.
It’s not possible! He said to me.
Oh but it is... I replied. The saga has come to a close, and thus the end credits scene would fufill no purpose.
I quickly turned to leave; peering out of the corner of my eye, The man had his phone out and was consulting the international knowledge base for closure on this matter.
Before I was able to leave, I felt his hand on my shoulder, he says to me, there is something at the end.
I was shocked! Surely there was not! But alas, I trusted the stranger, and sat through the entire credits. The screen faded away, and to my absolute shock, the man was right. Appearing on the screen were 5 fateful words that have defined me to this day