Book 1: s/12286477/1/The-Last-Lilmothiit-Beginning-of-a-Legend

Character Reference-

Kanji Vanquen Lintharion: A friendly nomadic member of the fox-people known as the Lilmothiit whose only wish in life is to explore and learn. Friendly but reckless.

Ma'Zelas Namidan: A Khajiit girl whose name means "apprentice soldier" in her language who seeks her fortune via combat and adventure. Accepting but introverted.

Kanji and Ma'Zelas made their way back to the center of Skyrim, the richest city in the land known as Whiterun. They passed the marketplace and took the large staircase in the top district to the legendary Dragonsreach Palace, home of Jarl Balgruuf the Greater. When they entered the palace they were met with immediate summons as Jarl Balgruuf's Houscarl, Irileth, approached them.

"Ah! There you are Ma'Zelas, we have a problem, come with me."

Kanji scowls at Irileth, despite not being a Nord, he was no stranger to cultural guilt. He hated Dark Elves with a passion despite knowing deep down that it was completely wrong to do so.

Irileth returns his gaze, "why are you looking at me like that? Gah, never mind that, you look tough, join us."

With a grumble, Kanji follows Irileth to the second floor of Dragonsreach.

When he entered the war room, he ended up accidentally bumping into the Jarl himself. As he turned, Kanji got a good look at him, he was tall, strong and carried an air of power with him. His crown was a jeweled circlet and he had a blonde beard that was well-kept.

"Hm? And who might you be?"

Kanji stammered, he had never met royalty before and was at a loss for words.

Noticing Kanji's plight, Ma'Zelas stepped in, "this is my friend and companion, Kanji Lintharion."

"Kanji is it? It's a pleasure to meet you, I am Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun, do you think you can help us?"

"O-of course my Jarl!"

"Alright, good. Soldier! Get in here!"

A Whiterun guard rushes into the room, out of breath and shaking as if he had been poisoned.

"Tell the Jarl exactly what you told me."

"Yes Houscarl, I was working at the Western Watchtower when a winged beast flew over the mountains, faster than anything I've seen."

"Is the tower under attack?"

"No my lord, it was circling overhead when I ran. I've never run so fast in my life, I thought it would grab me for sure."

"Good work son, go to the barracks and get some food and rest. You've earned it. Irileth, I need you to send a detachment to the tower."

"Yes Milord! I will not fail you."

"You should go as well, Ma'Zelas. But I have not forgotten the service you've done for Whiterun," the Jarl pulls and axe from a glass case and hands it to her, "take this weapon from my armory."

"I am honored Jarl Balgruuf."

"The honor is all mine, just know that this isn't a glory mission, we need to know what we're up against."

"Of course my Jarl. I shall not fail you!"

"Kanji, can you stay here with Farengar to work on ways to protect ourselves against dragons?"

"Yes my Jarl!"

"If I hear right, you are another survivor of Helgen correct? That means you two have more experience with dragons than anyone here."

"How did you know?"

"You are the last of your kind, you aren't exactly inconspicuous."

"Well yes, but I..."

"Peace Kanji, you are welcome in Dragonsreach. Now go see Farengar."

"Alright," Kanji looks at Ma'Zelas, "come back safe, okay?"

"I don't plan on leaving this world yet."

"Hurry up Khajiit! Who knows what that dragon is up too!"

And with that, Ma'Zelas left with Irileth to fight the first dragon seen since the dawn of time.