Author's Note: Yes, this is the character I played as in Skyrim. Read and review, I hope you like it!
"You are the dragonborn," stated Arngeir again. He reread the letter of introduction from Whiterun to be sure.
The tall argonian blinked and continued staring blankly at the old monk.
Arngeir sighed and rubbed his eyes, he refused to believe this half-wit lizard was the dragonborn. Surely, the gods were testing them. Or perhaps it was all a jest, Arngeir turned and inspected Borri and the other monks' faces for signs of deception, but they appeared equally baffled by the strange turn of events.
Arngeir turned back around and stared intently at the lizard, trying to squeeze out some kind of explanation. The hornless argonian certainly looked the part of a warrior; he was wearing a suit of steel plate armor without the helmet, and was carrying a greatsword marked with the scars of many battles.
The argonian pointed at his open mouth and then rubbed his belly gently. Argneir pretended he didn't understand the request. It didn't seem right to him that the dragonborn who would save skyrim wasn't a nord, but an argonian.
"Show us, dragonborn. Let us taste of your voice."
"Yol!"
A weak fireball rolled past the monks, singeing their beards. "Dragonborn. It is you. Welcome to High Hrothgar," said Argneir unenthusiastically.
The argonian gestured to his mouth again and followed the motion with an elaborate pantomime of eating.
Argneir tugged at his beard as he led the dragonborn to the pantry. He waited patiently as the argonian emptied the ice chest of fish and devoured half a barrel of potatoes.
"We have much to teach you, dragonborn," said Argneir, interrupting the buffet. "Let us return to the main hall."
The dragonborn reluctantly followed Argneir out of the pantry and back to the main hall.
As they walked, Argneir explained to the argonian the nature of shouts, but he wasn't confident any of it got through, all he recieved in return for his efforts was a blank stare and an idiotic smile.
Back in the main hall, Argneir and the other monks struggled to teach their new pupil more words of power. The argonian easily absorbed the words from them, proof that he was indeed the dragonborn, but he refused to say anything other than yol.
After three hours of attempting to communicate with the dragonborn, the greybeards finally surrendered. Argneir shook his head sadly and said, "There is nothing more we can teach you, dragonborn."
The dragonborn nodded happily and walked out of High Hrothgar.
Argneir watched from the door as the dragonborn descended the seven thousand steps. "Talos save us, for we are surely doomed."