Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim. Skyrim belongs to Bethesda.

WARNING: This story contains violence, and sexual content.

Chapter 1

Helgen

She awoke abruptly with a hard thud coming from underneath her, and the voices of a few men speaking to each other. She couldn't open her eyes yet, due to the searing pain in her head, forcing her eyes to stay closed. She instead listened closely to the voices around her, as the pain cleared slowly.

"Where did you two even come from?" the voice was deep and had a thick Nord accent.

"We were crossing over from Cyrodil. We were coming to join the fight to free Skyrim from these Imperial dogs." He spat towards at driver. That voice she knew all too well; her brother Svalr was speaking about their plans to complete strangers.

What's he thinking? Is he trying to get us killed? She thought as she finally managed to pry open her eyes to glare at her brother. She then looked down and noticed her hands were bond together tightly with rope. Oh great. What the hell did we step into this time?

"Hey you, you're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border before you both walked into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there. Your brother here tells me you're both from Cyrodil?" it was the man with the thick Nord accent. He was a relatively handsome man with blonde hair that went to the middle of his neck and had blue eyes that were similar to her brothers. He was strongly built, though not as strongly as Svalr. It wasn't fair to compare any man to her brother; he was huge, even for a Nord. He stood at about 6 feet and 9 inches, and had earned the nickname Frost Giant from their father when they were only 15. Isis was much shorter than her brother, but still fairly average height for a Nord woman. Svalr and Isis bore a strong resemblance to their father; they both had long, jet black hair and high, pronounced cheek bones. While she had her father's fiery amber eyes, Svalr had his mother's clear blue ones. Svalr also grew a brilliant beard and kept his straight hair back into a ponytail, while Isis kept her long flowing curls down, showing them off, proudly.

"Yeah." She said shortly, glancing over at her brother again.

"I know I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but I don't think it matters much now." Svalr's face was grim, and it told Isis that they were in trouble. She looked up at the blonde Nord, confused. Before she could say anything, a small, thin man spoke up, "Damn you Stormcloaks, the Empire used to be nice and lazy. I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell by now."

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." The small Nord man looked down at his feet, and then back up at the man in front of him. The man in front of him was bound like the rest, except he had a gag over his mouth. He had a strong build that was similar to the blonde Nord. He had dark blonde hair that he kept back with two small braids on either side of his face.

"What's his problem?"

"Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King."

"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm and the leader of the rebellion? But if they've captured you…by the gods, where are they taking us?" his voice was riddled with panic. He began to make eye contact with Isis and then Svalr, as if asking for help.

"I don't know where we're heading, but Sovngarde awaits."

Svalr looked to his sister, fear evident in his eyes. He could hear the small Nord denying that any of it was true, praying and pleading with the Divines to release him from this. Isis and Svalr huddled together, believing these may be their last moments. "Forgive us mother and father, we could do what we set out for." Svalr said to himself.

The carriage bumped along the long road until they came upon a village.

"Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here…" The blonde Nord continued reminiscing as the carriage came to a stop in front of a large tower.

"Why are we stopping?" piped up the small Nord.

"Why do you think? End of the line."

They formed a single file line, hopping off the carriage as their names were called, accounting for the prisoners.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." The Nord walked away from to the group, towards the tower, as the next name was called, "Ralof of Riverwood." The blonde Nord walked forward, glaring angrily at the man with the list, joining Ulfric at the tower. The man with the list called out the next name. "Lokir of Rorikstead." The small Nord looked as though he may have become ill.

"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" Lokir ran around the Imperial captain, "Halt!" she ordered.

"You're not going to kill me!" he tauntingly shouted back at her.

"Archers!" and then Lokir fell to small heap, evidently dead.

"Anyone else feel like running?" she looked between the twins, as if daring them to make a move. The man with the list began looking over it several times, unable to find what he was searching for. "Captain, what do we do? They're not on the list." She didn't even give it a thought before ordering, "They go to the block, list or no." He looked back at them apologetically. "To the block then…" Isis was immediately filled with rage, shouting from behind the captain, walking towards the tower, "Imperial bitch!" as two guards escorted them to the front of the tower with the rest of the prisoners. The captain stood in front of them all, along with a few Imperial guardsmen, a priest, and General Tullius the military Governor for the Imperials.

After what seemed a ridiculous and unnecessary speech given by the general, a red headed man walked towards the block, cutting off the priest, who was reading them their last rights. "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with!" he stood in front of the block and commanded, "Come on! I haven't got all morning." He was forced to his knees and bent over so his head was lying on the chopping block. "My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" The headsman lifted the giant axe above him and swung downward with great force, cutting off the warriors head.

"You Imperial bastards!" Isis found herself yelling at them. Others began to shout about justice and how they wished death upon the Stormcloaks. Svalr nudged her, and gave her a final look. "We'll meet again in Sovngarde, my dear brother." She whispered softly to Svalr. Tears began to fill Svalr's eyes.

"Next, the female Nord!" the Imperial captain pointed to Isis, smirking at her. There was an unidentified screech that filled the air above them. The twins and everyone else began to look towards the sky. "Did you hear that?" someone asked. "I said, next prisoner!" the captain ordered again, obviously agitated. Isis began to walk to the block. She felt hands on her shoulders when she reached the headsman and chopping block and she pushed back, giving just a little more fight before her death. As she was forced down onto the block, another screech filled the air, but this time it was louder, as if closer. Isis looked up again as she heard a loud crash; a dragon had landed on the tower, knocking over the headsman with great force, just before he could do any damage. What the fu-

The dragon opened its mouth once, roaring loudly and suddenly everything erupted into chaos. Fire and stone began to crash down from a dark cloud upon the scene, everyone began to scatter and Svalr ran over to Isis as the large ebony reptile took off again, forcing the twins to the ground with another loud roar. Their vision became blurred and their heads were throbbing with immense pain. "You two! Get up!" it was Ralof. He had found a weapon and had already cut off his bindings. "To the other tower! Let's go! I doubt that dragon will give us another chance!"

Ralof helped the twins through Helgen, fighting off Imperials and other creatures, trying to find an alternative route out of this hell. As they exited a cave, they caught a glimpse of the dragon flying fast over them, heading north. "We made it." Ralof rested against a large boulder, staring at them, breathing heavily. "Thank you for your help back there. I knew we'd make it. You two can join me; I'm going to Riverwood to see my sister, Gerdur. She can help us with shelter and supplies. But after today, I'd advise us splitting up. This is Imperial territory, and it's not safe, so just let me do any talking."

Ralof was right, Gerdur was more than helpful. She allowed them to stay the night in her home, and giving them supplies that would last for a few days. All she asked for in return was that they inform the Jarl of what happened and that Riverwood was defenseless. The next morning they woke early and did as they promised, and headed towards Whiterun. On the way there they came across a hardy group who were fighting a giant, in the middle of what looked like farm land. As Isis was inspecting the situation, Svalr drew his war hammer and joined the fight.

"Wait, Svalr!" she yelled as she watched him run straight for the beast, swinging for his knees. The creature fell and its skull soon met Svalr's hammer, crushing it. Removing the hammer from the giant's brain, Svalr was approached by a sturdy woman, who was carrying a bow and eyeing him intently. "Thank you for your help. You look formidable enough…you should consider joining the Companions." Svalr looked at his sister then back to the woman. "What?" she looked at him, rubbing her chin, "An outsider, eh? Never heard of the Companions? Well, if you ever want to join, look for us in Jorvaskr in Whiterun." She and her companions began walking away when Svalr looked to Isis, excited. "No, not right now Svalr. You know we have more important matters at the moment."

"I know that sister. But perhaps later?" she looked at his begging expression and finally gave in. "All right. But only after we go to the Jarl and get things straightened out." Svalr looked triumphant and began heading down the road quickly, Isis running after him.

They headed towards Whiterun once more, only being stopped by a guard at the front gate of the hold. "Halt. Official business only."

"We have news about Helgen." Svalr spoke sternly and with purpose. The guards exchanged looks and allowed them passage. They made their way towards Dragonsreach; the Jarl's palace. Once inside the extravagant hall, they made their way towards the throne and were intervened by an elfish woman with dark gray skin and ruby red eyes. "State your business; no one talks to the Jarl without proper cause."

Svalr spoke up loudly, slightly irritated, "We have news of the Dragon attacks. We're also here on behalf of Riverwood; their small village is defenseless against any type of attack; dragon or bandit."

"Explains why the guards let you in. The Jarl will want to speak with you immediately."

The twins took turns explaining the horrific events at Helgen and asking the Jarl to send help to Riverwood. "By the gods, Irileth was right!" he looked over to the dark elven woman. "Send reinforcements to Riverwood immediately. You two, please, follow me. There is another matter I need your help with, and you will be rewarded greatly for it."

"Of course Jarl Balgruuf." Isis spoke quickly and followed him to a separate part of the great hall. She heard Svalr grunt behind her, but followed anyways. "This is Farengar, my court wizard. He knows quite a bit about these dragons and such." He gestured towards a tall, slender Nord mage who had a condescending look, which made him unpleasing to the eye. "Jarl Balgruuf, you seem to have found me some able assistants. I'm sure they will prove most useful." He began looking them over, eyeing each individual sibling. Balgruuf then turned to the twins, "Succeed at this, and you'll be rewarded. Whiterun will be in your debt." he left the three alone to discuss the details. "So the Jarl thinks you two can be of use to me? Oh yes, he must be referring to my research into the dragons. Yes, I could use someone to fetch something for me. Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone tablet that may or may not actually be there."

"All right. Where are we going and what are we fetching?" Isis placed her hands on her hips as she briskly asked the mage. "Straight to the point, eh? No need for tedious hows and whys. I like that. Leave those details to your betters, am I right?" he said flirtatiously. Isis rolled her eyes as he began again, "I, ah, learned of a certain stone tablet said to be housed in Bleak Falls Barrow - a 'Dragonstone,' said to contain a map of dragon burial sites. Go to Bleak Falls Barrow, find this tablet - no doubt interred in the main chamber - and bring it to me. Simplicity itself."

"Bleak Falls Barrow; got it. Come on Svalr, we have work to do." She walked from the room and out of the palace swiftly with Svalr at her heels. "Sister, you said we could go see the Companions after-"

"And we will. I didn't think the Jarl would ask for more help so quickly, but I have a feeling that we need to do this. Plus, we need all the 'rewards' we can get right now, since we only have what we found at Helgen and there are two of us. But first let's find a shop, I have goods to sell."

After selling what they could, they headed off towards Riverwood once more after catching word that Riverwood was near their destination. They could sell more, and stay at the inn if need be.

The next morning they woke up in the Sleeping Giant Inn and headed to the local shop. "Isis, what do we even have left to sell?" Svalr asked in a rough, tired voice. Isis began digging in her pack and pulled out an iron dagger, two silver rings, and a pair of boots she found. "I believe we could get a decent price for these." She held them up for her brother to see. He shook his head at her playfully. "Where do you even find these things?" she gave him a smile and moved her eyebrows up and down quickly. He laughed in his throat before calling her a freak. She punched his shoulder in loving and playful way and gestured towards the shop.

Upon entering the building, they heard bickering that they were rather familiar with; the fighting of a brother and a sister. "Well somebody has to do something."

"I said no, and that's the end of it." The man at the counter turned around and finally noticed the twins. "Welcome to the Riverwood Trader, and whatever you've heard, we are not in any type of trouble."

"Uh…Did something happen?" Isis stared at the Imperial who was now leaning over the counter. "Yes, we did have a bit of a... break-in. But we still have plenty to sell. Robbers were only after one thing. An ornament, solid gold. In the shape of a dragon's claw."

"We could keep an eye out for it, if you'd like." Svalr spoke in a sympathetic manner. The Imperials face lit up as he spoke more, "Would you? That would take a lot off of my mind. Here, take these." He began handing them potions and food, as a partial reward. After selling the rest of their goods; they set off for Bleak Falls Barrow. The way was set in the mountains, where they faced the brutal cold, bandits and wolves; looting what they could off their bodies. When they reached the ruin, Isis noticed bandits had taken the ruin as their own. "Shit. Svalr, stay here. I'm going to scout ahead. I'll give you a signal when to charge in."

"Aye. Just make it quick." She crouched low, and made her way to the front steps, taking in her surroundings. "Is someone there?" she didn't even turn around to see who had spoken; she quickly hid behind a pillar, out of sight. The owner of the unknown voice walked right passed the pillar, looking in every direction except behind him. Isis stayed low and slowly walked up behind him, unsheathing one of the daggers she keeps on her waist. She reached up and grabbed him by the mouth, pulling the bandit down and using the dagger to slice his throat. She laid him down in the snow next to the pillar and put away her dagger. She slowly began walking up the steps and lowered her body so that she laid flat against the steps, peeking over the top. One, two, three…she counted the bandits that remained. Two were guarding the entrance, and one was standing alone at the dual balconies. She began to crawl near the lone guard, taking her dagger back out. She walked up behind the bandit and tackled her, smashing her head into the stone floor and stabbing her dagger into her skull. She hid herself behind another pillar and whistled twice, signaling Svalr.

He raced up the steps, sheathing his war hammer, and releasing an intimidating battle cry. He raced across the risen stage of stone, towards the entrance where the two bandits were guarding. The poor sods never stood a chance. With one powerful swing, Svalr smashed his hammer into the back of the first bandit, breaking his spine and killing him instantly. The other bandit ran, in the wrong direction. Isis came out of her hiding place, and ran the dagger into the man's heart, pulling it out quickly, bleeding him out. She walked towards Svalr, who was waiting for her by the front entrance. "Ready?"

"Let's go." Her words giving him a little more confidence as they entered the ruins.

The ruin was filled with bandits, traps, draugr, spiders and skeevers. They had heard a couple bandits mention something about a golden claw, before taking them out. They found the claw, along with plenty of gold, new weapons and armor, and loot, which they were sure to sell later.

They eventually came across a huge metal door with ancient text and symbols inscribed into it. There were three large rings that formed a grand circle in the center of the door. In the middle of the large circle, was a much smaller circle with three holes. Svalr took out the claw, tracing his thumb over its engravings. He turned it over in his hand, showing the three animalistic symbols that were in a line down the palm of it. "Isis, look at this. It looks a little like the symbols on the door." She took it from him, examining the symbols. "My dear brother has a brain after all! Ha ha, who knew? Only joking, Svalr." She giggled at his slightly irritated look. "But how do we get the symbols to match? " She asked out loud. She began running her hand over the door, then over the top ring, noticing slight movement. "Svalr, help me move these rusted rings, won't you?" he walked to the door and moved the upper ring to the right, the symbol now changed. "What symbols were on the claw again?" he asked his sister, who was still holding the claw. "Uh...top one is a bear…middle, a moth? And….bottom, an owl." Svalr began moving things rings accordingly, metal scrapping against metal, until they matched the symbols on the claw.

"Is it… Is it broken?" Isis stepped forward, running her hand over the door once more, looking for a knob or latch or anything to open the door with. They both began pushing on the door, but it wouldn't budge. Svalr looked at the door again, examining it closely. "What's this? Some kind of button?" he pointed to the center circle, and began pushing it. "Wait…" Isis looked at the claw and slid it into the holes of the center circle, matching them to the talons on the claw. They fit perfectly. She pushed down on the claw, hearing the familiar scraping from before, and turned the claw. She removed it and the door began to slide down into the floor. "By the Nine!" Svalr and Isis both stepped back, allowing the door to open fully. "Ysmir's beard. Stay on your guard, sister." Svalr once again sheathed the war hammer from his back, and moved forward. Isis quickly followed, drawing her bow.

They entered a massive cavern, untouched by man in several hundred years. Towards the back of it was an iron casket on a small stone platform. Behind it, a wall with words of a different language inscribed on it. The wall gave the twins an odd yet, powerful feeling.

"Do you hear that? Chanting?" Svalr asked his sister. They walked closer to the wall, the chant growing louder in their ears, the powerful feeling growing. Soon they were both close enough to touch it. Two dull blue streams of light flew towards them, repeating an ancient word over and over inside their head. Isis fell to her knees, doubled over, and momentarily blinded by the pain in her head. Svalr dropped his hammer and leaned against the wall for support, also blinded, rubbing his temples and moaning. Soon the chanting ended and they could see; the pain fading slowly. "Well that was –" started Isis, but she was cut off but a loud clicking sound that was followed by what sounded like a rough cough. "Damn it! More?" irritated, she notched an arrow in her bow, while Svalr grabbed his hammer off the floor. They stood ready as the Draugr Overlord climbed out of his sarcophagus, wielding a massive great sword that was gleaming with magic. Before the undead creature could make a move, Isis let loose one arrow, lodging it into its stomach. It stepped back, slightly leaning over, grasping at the arrow. It stood back up, laughing roughly and lunged at Svalr, knocking him backwards on to the stone floor. "Svalr!" Isis yelled. She quickly drew up a ball of fire in her hand and threw at it the creature, exploding and scorching its rotted flesh. It still went for Svalr, paying no mind to Isis. Raising the massive sword above its head, the beast swung down, just as Svalr was standing, cutting through the light armor, leaving a huge gash in Svalr's back. He yelled out in agony, but stood and turned on the draugr. He lifted his hammer and slammed it down on its head, splitting the monsters skull open, finally killing the damned thing. "Svalr, are you alright? Let me have a look." It was an order. He could always trust Isis to be the leader. He never really did mind, he preferred to follow.

He turned, removing hide armor slowly. "Damn. It got you good."

"Don't I know it. Damned thing got me while my back was turned. Cheap shot."

She laughed a little and began conjuring a healing spell in her hand, running it over his wound, sealing it. "That's all I can do for now. Here drink this, it should help with the pain." She handed him a healing potion, which he gulped down. "Thank you, sister. I don't think I would've lived if I had traveled here alone." He put his armor back on and turned to hug her. "I don't think I could've lasted very long on my own, either. Let's get what we came for, and leave this dreaded place." They found the tablet on the draugr's body, and left through a secret passage that Isis skillfully found and headed back to Whiterun.

The twins made their way through the great hall of Dragonsreach, back to Farengar, eager to be rid of the stone tablet. "Back from Bleak Falls Barrow? You didn't die, it seems." Svalr scoffed, as he handed the tablet to the mage. "Ah! The Dragonstone of Bleak Falls Barrow! Seems you two are a cut above the usual brutes the Jarl sends my way. My associate here will be pleased to see your handiwork. She discovered its location, by means she has so far declined to share with me." He pointed to a hardy woman, who was wearing leather hooded armor, not allowing either twin to get a good look at her. "So your information was correct after all. And we have our friends here to thank for recovering it for us."

"Just send me a copy when you've deciphered it." She said bluntly to the mage, eyeing the tablet. A moment later, Irileth sprinted into the room. "Farengar! The Jarl needs to see you immediately." she then turned her attention on Isis and Svalr. "Both of you should come, too."

The four of them ran up the steps to the upper level of the palace, joining the Jarl and a guard. "So, Irileth tells me you came from the western watchtower?" Balgruuf questioned the guard.

"Tell him what you told me; about the dragon." Irileth instructed him.

"Uh... that's right. We saw it coming from the south. It was fast... faster than anything I've ever seen." He said it, his voice cracking, and sweat running down his face.

"What did it do? Is it attacking the watchtower?" Balgruuf interrogated further.

"No, my lord. It was just circling overhead when I left. I never ran so fast in my life... I thought it would come after me for sure."

"Good work, son. We'll take it from here. Head down to the barracks for some food and rest, you've earned it. Irileth, you'd better gather some guardsmen and get down there."

"I've already ordered my men to muster near the main gate."

"Good. Don't fail me." He turned swiftly to the strong Nord twins standing near the group. "There's no time to stand on ceremony, my friends. I need your help again. I want you both to go with Irileth and help her fight this dragon. You survived Helgen, so you have more experience with dragons than anyone else here. But I haven't forgotten the service you did for me in retrieving the Dragonstone for Farengar. As a token of my esteem, please accept these gifts from my personal armory." He handed Svalr a mighty Skyforge steel battle axe, and Isis a light, but skillfully crafted Elven bow.

"Wait, you want us to fight a dragon?" Isis exclaimed. "Barely escaping with our lives can hardly be called experience." Her anger becoming a little more evident in her voice. "Sister, we could try. It would be wrong to refuse, leaving innocent people to suffer, simply because of our own doubts." Svalr looked at her with pleading eyes that matched the Jarls. "Please, my city needs help, and there is very little time." He begged.

"Fine, we will help defend Whiterun." She shot looks at both the Jarl and her brother, taking in a deep breath and releasing slowly, "Let's go kill us a dragon."

The twins ran through the plains of Whiterun with Irileths group, reaching a burning, crumbling tower. "No! Get back! It's still around here somewhere."

The twins drew their new weapons, readying themselves. Then there was a loud, terrifying screech that boomed, and filled the sky. Isis notched an arrow, and pointed her bow towards the sky, looking around for the source of the deadly shriek. Svalr held his great sword tightly, looking around. The noise of flapping wings and animalistic screams began to near them. Arrows and spells alike started to shoot through the air after the winged beast.

"Krif krin. Pruzah!".

"Slay it!" Irileth shouted from a far point on the battlefield. More arrows flew but simply bounced off the fiend's scales. "I had forgotten what fine sport you mortals can provide!" the beast said sarcastically as he scooped a guard up and carried him for a short distance, dropping him to the earth. "Shit!" Isis put her bow away and drew up a ball of fire in each hand, casting them at the dragon. "Take that, you over grown lizard!" the dragon landed in front of the pair, just as Isis cast a frost rune spell underneath it, causing ice to burst up and into the underbelly of the beast.

"Thuri du hin sil ko Sovngarde!"

Svalr ran to the dragon, slashing his sword against the monsters eye, making it roar in agony. The dragon swung its large head towards Svalr, knocking him to the ground. The beast opened its watering mouth, yearning for the flesh of a mortal. Before he could get any closer, Isis sent bolt after bolt of lightning into the back of his throat. "You will not have him!" she cried as the beast took flight once more, screeching out, "You are brave. Bahlaan hokoron!" as he spat fire upon the ground, killing nearby soldiers.

"Brother, get up! You have to stay on your feet!" she pulled him off the ground, along with his great sword. "Thank you, sister. I thought I was dead, for sure."

"Thank me when we're not fighting for our lives!" Notching yet another arrow, she aimed for the sky once more. She took in a deep breath, and released. It zoomed into the air, catching the monster in the soft skin of his neck. He landed hard to the ground, tearing up piles of earth, struggling to stand. "Oh no you don't!", and with swiftness not many of his size could manage, Svalr sprinted toward the dragon, great sword in hand. He jumped on the dragons head, holding his sword tightly in one hand, and a horn in the other. "Die now, knowing it was man who vanquished you!" he took his sword in both hands, plunging it deep into the monsters brain. The monster thrashed about and roared loudly, "DOVAHKIIN? NO!" and the dragon finally fell. Svalr jumped from the head of the beast, and rejoined his sister. "Didn't know you were one for such theatrics, brother." She laughed hardily at him. Then suddenly, the dragon's body burst into flame, flesh beginning to melt away. "Ysmir's beard!" Svalr and Isis watched as a bright stream of light soared towards the pair, filling them with great power and voices repeating the same ancient word over and over until they finally understood its meaning. Fus. Force.

They opened their eyes and exchanged glances. "What in Oblivion-"

"I can't believe it. You; Both of you, you're Dragonborn."

"Excuse me?" Isis eyed the soldier, obviously not in the mood for any nonsense.

"Back in the old tales, when there were still dragons in Skyrim, Dragonborns would slay dragons, and steal their power. And that's what you did, isn't it? Absorb the dragon's power?"

"I'm not sure what happened." Svalr was confused. What the hell was 'Dragonborn'?

"There's only one way to find out; try to Shout. According to the old legends, only the Dragonborn can Shout without training…" he went on.

The twins began focusing on the ancient word that hand filled their heads. Svalr was the first to Shout, "FUS" It was loud and powerful, knocking a few of the soldiers off their feet.

"By the gods!"

Isis looked her brother over with both pride and envy. "How did you do that so quickly?" She asked.

"You have to feel the power in your mind first, then in your lungs, until it finally makes it way to your mouth." She turned from the group, and began to focus, feeling the power thrive within her being. The Shout made its way out of her throat with great force, kicking up piles of rubble and dirt. She smiled to herself, and then to her brother.

"You two, get back to the Jarl immediately. He needs to be informed of what happened here today." Irileth pointed back towards Whiterun, sending the pair on their way.