You had only known Ralof for about a month or two now. You joined the rebellion against the Empire. You were a Stormcloak...mainly cause Ralof was so good at convincing to join them, and you felt like you had to, after all, he did save your life and help you escape Helgen. You owed him.

Yourself, Ralof, Galmar Stone-Fist and some other Stormcloak soldiers had just succesfully taken over the city of Whiterun..you should have been happy..but you weren't. You felt sick. Jarl Balgruuf, who you had become close with over the time you met him was on the side of the Imperials, the opposite side to you, and you had just taken over his city...safe to say you felt guilty. Horrible, even. Anyways, Galmar Stone-Fist, Vignar Graymane and Jarl Balgruuf were "discussing" matters at hand. Balgruuf was being forced to hand over his city. Vignar Graymane speaks as he walks towards the throne, "He's right, come, Galmar, let us restore order.."

Balgruuf furrows his brow, "This isnt over...you hear me you old fool? this isnt over!" he yells before looking over at you, "and you. A Stormcloak? I'd thought better of you. You'll all come to regret this day."

you stared at him, a sinking feeling in your stomach...Ralof speaks up, looking content with himself and the outcome, "I'm pretty sure I killed more than you..I was counting."

you said nothing, just staring at him. He noticed the lack of response and the look on your face, "Hey...cheer up. Battle isnt for everyone." He gave some akward smile that was a...questionable attempt at cherring you up, but that wasn't the issue.