The inn creaked with the cold winters storm brewing outside. The inn patrons enjoying themselves with cold mead and warm food. Different races of man and mer were all collected in this inn. The inn had no bard to play cheerful songs like ones such as Ragnar the Red, The Dragonborn Comes, The Age of Oppression, and Age of Aggression, but the patrons paid no mind. The door to the inn creaked opened and walked in a man with a dark, hooded cloak. His features hidden by a mask unknown by many.

Few looked up to see him for they did not care for the new comer. The man stood in the corner and took something from his pack. It was a lute, but it was black for the base color and the secondary color was white. An Altmer woman with honey colored hair, fair skin, and green eyes looked up to see what this mysterious man was doing. The man finally removed his dark hood and strange mask. His skin was as pale as the moonlight that shown through the window, his hair was white as if stained with pure snow, and his eyes were as red as the flames of Oblivion.

The man began to play a tune known by many. The tune started out slow and he began to sing. The other patrons looked up when the man began to play. Everyone was mesmerized by the softness of his voice. The wisdom it seemed to contain, and the stories the man himself could tell.

"Our Hero, our Hero, claims a warrior's heart

I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes

With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord arts

Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes

It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes

Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes

For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows

You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin

Naal ok zin los vahriin

Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal

Ahrk fin norok paal graan

Fod nust hon zindro zaan

Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal"

With the end of the song the man put his mask and hood back on and packed his loot and left as quickly as he had come. The Altmer woman at least wanted to know his name. She stepped outside into the blistering cold to call for him only to find no one there but the empty, cold night. The Altmer ,disappointed, fell to her knees. The wind blew softer and the woman heard the wind speak, 'Raziel'. The Altmer quickly stood up and went back inside.

Everyone looked up expectantly. She shook her head instead saying, "I did not find him but I heard his name on the wind," her Summerset Isle accent echoing off her voice. "Well then, what is it?" Asked a Nordic woman with a thick Nordic accent. "It's Raziel." That night when everyone left the inn and were heading home they all heard the wind say, 'Raziel.'

There were many adventures staying in the inn that night as well. When they headed on there adventures across Skyrim they told the tale of Raziel, the Phantom Bard. Often this man would appear in different inns and play the song of the Dragonborn, but would leave soon after. People searched for him far and wide across the land, but no one could find him. Soon it became lucky if he showed up at the inn you were staying in. He remained known as Raziel the Phantom Bard.