I was drinking some lovely mead in a bar when everything suddenly went dark. When I awoke I found myself bound in a cart travelling with a bunch of strangers, a nord spoke to me saying, "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." He gestured over to an agitated nord. "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 be halfway to Hammerfell. You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."