Elle shot a nasty glare at the Dunmer, [color=00B2EE]"Well excuse me for trying to lighten the mood a little,"[/color] she muttered, more to herself than him. Though, she knew he was right. The imperials didn't have time to keep prisoners who weren't worth their time. She was starting to grow worried, but she didn't want it to show. She bit the inside of her lip before turning her attention to the blonde Nord and the horse thief and listening to the conversation that followed. 

Having nothing to add, she turned her head to study the scene around her. People on the street either stopped to stare or ushered their children inside. She glanced over at what looked like an Altmer astride a dark brown horse. The Thalmor? What were they doing in Helgen? She didn't dwell on it, she had more important things to worry about. The mood was so tense, it was almost tangible on the still air. Funny that it should be such a nice day.

The next thing that caught her attention was the circle of imperial guards and a man in a black leather mask clutching an axe came into view, all of them standing around what she was sure was a chopping block, judging by the blood on it. She furrowed her brow, keeping the anxiety out of her face by thinking about an escape plan. Though, her mind did drift to the fact that her parents and siblings and friends would never know what happened to her. She would be discarded into a nameless grave and never be spoken of again. 

[color=00B2EE][i]Stop that[/i][/color], Elle, she chided herself, shaking her head slightly. She was not going to make a fool out of herself like the horse thief. She may not be brave, but she sure wasn't a coward. The carts filled with prisoners ahead of them had already stopped and started unloading. They were really going to execute all of them? She hadn't been much involved with the rebellion, but were they really going to be that brutal? Apparently so.

( [s]geez man I'm dying XDDD[/s] )