Gerdur: Brother! Mara's mercy, it's good to see you! But is it safe for you to be here?
Gerdur: We heard that Ulfric had been captured.
Ralof: Gerdur, I'm fine. At least now I am.
Gerdur: Are you hurt? What's happened? And who is this? One of your comrades?
Ralof: Not a comrade yet, but a friend. I owe him my life, in fact. Is there somewhere we can talk? There's no telling when the news from Helgen will reach the Imperials.
Gerdur: Helgen? Has something happened? You're right. Follow me. Hod! Come here a minute. I need your help with something. Hod. Just come here.
Hod: Ralof, what are you doing here? I'll be right down.
Frodnar: Uncle Ralof, can I see your axe? How many Imperials have you killed? Do you really know Ulfric Stormcloak?
Gerdur: Hush Frodnar. This is no time for your games. Go and watch the south road. Come find us if you see any Imperial soldiers coming.
Frodar: Aww mama, I want to stay and talk with Uncle Ralof!
Ralof: Look at you, almost a grown man. Won't be long before you'll be joining the fight yourself.
Frodar: That's right! Don't worry, Uncle Ralof, I won't let those soldiers sneak up on you.
Hod: Now, Ralof, what's going on? You two look pretty well done in.
Ralof: I can't remember when I last slept. Where to start? Well, the news you heard about Ulfric was true. The Imperials ambushed us outside Darkwater Crossing. Like they knew exactly where we'd be. That was two days ago, now. We stopped in Helgen this morning and I thought it was all over. Had us lined up to the headsman's block and ready to start chopping.
Gerdur: The cowards!
Ralof: They wouldn't dare give Ulfric a fair trial. Treason, for fighting for your own people! All of Skyrim would of seen the truth then. But then, out of nowhere, a dragon attacked.
Gerdur: You don't mean, a real, live?
Ralof: I can hardly believe it myself, and I was there. As strange as it sounds, we'd be dead if not for that dragon. In the confusion, we managed to slip away. Are we really the first to make it to Riverwood?
Gerdur: Nobody else has come up the south road today, as far as I know.
Ralof: Good. Maybe we can lay up for a while. I hate to put your family in danger, Gerdur, but...
Gerdur: Nonsense. You and your friend are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Let me worry about the Imperials. Any friend of Ralof's is a friend of mine. Here's a key to the house. Stay as long as you like. If there's anything else you need, just let me know. There is something you could do for me, for all of us here. The Jarl needs to know if there's a dragon on the loose. Riverwood is defenseless. We need to get word to Jarl Bolgruuf in Whiterun to send whatever troops he can. If you'll do that for me, I'll be in your debt.
Ralof: Thanks, sister. I knew we could count on you.
Gerdur: I ought to get back to work before I'm missed, but, did anyone else escape? Did Ulfric?
Ralof: Don't worry. I'm sure he made it out. It'll take more than a dragon to stop Ulfric Stormcloak.
Hod: I'll let them into the house and, you know, show them where everything is.
Gerdur: Help them bring up drink up our mead, you mean. Good luck, brother. I'll see you later.
Ralof: Don't worry about me. I know how to lay low. I told you my sister would help us out. I hope to see you in Windhelm. Good luck.
Alvor: Ain't everyday we get visitors. The finest weapons and armor.
Camilla Valerius: Well one of us has to do something!
Lucan Valerius: I said no! No adventures, no theatrics, no thief chasing!
Camilla Valerius: Well what are you going to do then, huh? Let's hear it!
Lucan Valerius: We are done talking about this. Oh, a customer. Sorry you had to hear that. I don't know what you overheard, but the Riverwood Trader is still open. Feel free to shop. Yes, we did have a bit of a... break-in. But we still have plenty to sell. Robbers were only after one thing. An ornament, solid gold. In the shape of a dragon's claw. You could? I've got some coin coming in from my last shipment . It's yours if you bring my claw back. Now, if you're going to get those thieves, you should head to Bleak Falls Barrow, northeast of town. Yes. So now you don't have to go, do you?
Camilla Valerius: Oh really? Well I think your new helper here needs a guide.
Lucan Valerius: Wh- no...I... Oh, by the Eight, fine. But only to the edge of town! Show the, Oh a bit of this and a bit of that. All right, then.
Camilla Valerius: This way. We have to go through town and across the bridge to get to Bleak Fall Barrow. You can see it from here, though. The mountain just over the buildings. Those thieves must be mad hiding out there. These old crypts are filled with nothing but traps, trolls, and who knows what else. I wonder why they only stole Lucan's golden claw. I mean, we have plenty of things in the shop that are worth just as much coin. Lucan found the claw about a year after he opened the store. He never quite explained where he got it. He's a tricky one. This is the bridge out of town. The path up the mountain to the northwest leads to Bleak Falls Barrow. I guess I should get back to my brother. He'll throw a fit if I take too long. Such a child.