I was far off. Had I only been as lucky as getting to serve time in jail. As the horse carriages finally arrived after spending three days straight locked up like pit wolves, I discovered something I knew was a a bad sign. On these carriages were already sat some men dressed in colours I recognized all too easily. The four passengers divided onto two wagons were dressed in Stormcloak cuirasses. Rebels. And only a fool knows not what happens to Stormcloaks. I realized then that the horse thief and I were not headed for prison, we were headed for the block. We were sat on the wagons and I must have had the whitest face. I, who you know isn't one for being quiet, didn't say a word on the entire trip to Helgen. When we finally reached the damned village, we were picked off the wagon one by one. The horse thief, whose name for some reason has slipped my mind, was actually dumb enough to try and make a run for it. It was a single arrow through his chest and he was on the ground. You know I'm not particularly squeamish but I just couldn't look when the first of the rebels had his head in a basket. "Your turn, elf." I heard from beside me, the voice seemed oddly familiar. I turned my gaze that had till then been locked at my feet, only to be met by a familiarity I hadn't expected. By my side stood Hadvar. He wasn't looking at me till he noticed my glaring. "Fin, what are you doing here?!" He sounded as surprised I was that we would bump into each other here. I explained to him my accident and even though he tried to keep a straight face, he nearly cracked up in laughter. Of course I shouldn't be there, he said, but they had had a hard time picking up criminals and lowlifes recently and they had become desperate to pick up anyone. He left me standing for a moment while he went to talk to another guard. After a bit of arguing I couldn't hear at all, Hadvar came back to me and untied the ropes around my wrists. He saved me when I was just a few minutes from seeing my head roll away from my body. They let me go and I returned to Riverwood.
- Fin Larksong

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