True stories I want to share with my readers! Presented by Bethesda Sillyworks…
Aryna desperately wanted to try out the Master Level of Conjuration. She looked around, but saw no guards, so she conjured two permanent Storm Atronachs at her side. Tythis Ulen, with a few logs in his arms, came around the corner. He stared at the Atronachs, then said: "I'm beginning to think leaving Mournhold was a mistake."
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Aryna had just wanted to bring the Dragonstone to Farengar, but suddenly Irileth ran in the room and said Balgruuf needed her immediately. The Dunmer, the Altmer and Mercer Frey (Aryna had somehow tricked him in following her on her adventures) ran upstairs to the war-table. They passed a guard, who said: "What is it? Dragons?"
Unfortunately, the guard was right.
Mirmulnir attacked the Western Watchtower, so Aryna, Irileth and Mercer went there. They fought the dragon and Mercer screamed a war-cry that let Aryna freeze for a moment: "I've killed legions like you!"
Mercer Frey is a dragon slayer? She thought numbly.
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Runil died during the double dragon attack on Falkreath. Now Aryna wanted to visit his apprentice, Kust, to talk about her old friend again and mourn him properly. On her way to the hall of the dead, she met a guard, who sighed: "My cousin's out fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard duty."
So you didn't fight the dragons and left all the work for the Dragonborn?
This really happened!
There are of course all the "little elf" comments missing because I can't remember and real situation, but Aryna is a high elf-one head taller than the other races.
Normally my writing is better.