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My head was a bit fuzzy from the events, but the last thing I remember was sitting around a hunting camp in Falkreath Hold drinking moonshine. I woke up to the sounds of Imperial boots, the campfire hissing in disapproval as a bucket of water was thrown on it. The captain drew his sword said, "you're coming with us." He bound my hands and threw me in the back of a wagon. Is this what justice looks like?