The Dragonborn was sitting in a chair; his saber-tooth hood was pulled over to cover his eyes. He was snoring, loudly, much to most people's annoyance. There was also a skull on the table, which also disturbed many people. The Jarl, Balgruuf, told everyone to just deal with it however, because he would be gone soon.
The Argonian Dragonborn felt a shake on his shoulder. It was a soft, small hand. He shook himself awake. He pulled his helmet up to seed a stoic, strong-aired Nordic woman in front of him.
"Lydia, I assume?" He asked politely. He picked up his skull and moved its lower jaw.
"Of course it is! Don't be so stupid, Caesar!" said the skull/Argonian. After a silence, the Skull said "I'm sorry, Caesar, I didn't mean it."
"I know." said Caesar, the Argonian Dragonborn.
After another long silence, the woman spoke. "Yes, I am Lydia, I am your Housecarl. It is my duty to-"
"Heheh, she said dooty." said the skull, which Caesar hit on the table. "Ow." said the Skull.
"…To guard and protect all you own with my life."
Caesar looked at her up and down, examining her closely. She raised her brow, "Is there something wrong, my Thane?" She asked.
He shook his head. "Nope, not at all," He said as he leapt up from his chair. "In fact, you seem more than perfect." He dusted off his armor. "My name's Caesar Vasculius, nice to meet you." He held out his hand, which she shook. "And this is Gregory." He said, handing her the skull.
"Hiya!" It said, almost as if it was grinning. She gasped and dropped it. "Ow." It said. Caesar picked it up and placed it on his belt.
"Well, it's time to start our long adventure! Are you ready?" said Caesar, bright twinkling in his eyes. Before she could answer, he jumped down the stairs. "Good! Now follow me, my servant! Adventure awaits!"
Lydia sighed; she already dreaded what was to come.
