"Well I don't really care what your so called 'Saviour' says." I said to the two cultists standing in front of me. They looked at me through those weird looking masks and were silent as the grave.

"Err... I think I'm going to go home now, ok?" I asked, not really giving a shit about their response.

"But hang on a sec, are you sure we can't tempt you with eternal salvation of your soul?" One of the cultists said as she grabbed my arm.

I stared at her, before opening my mouth and laughing in her face.

"My soul?! You think my soul might be in danger?! I'm a fucking Dragon you nonce!" I said as I walked away, chuckling to myself and shaking my head, dragging the body of my friend Kharjo behind me.

It was a few more minutes before I heard Kharjo speak.

"This one wonders why you are dragging him along the ground."

"HOLY SHIT?! You're alive?" I shouted, knocking back some trees and causing the ground to shake as I let go of my control for a second.

"Of course, did you think something had happened to this one?"

"Well honestly... when you're lying on the ground with your head in a pile of leaves, not making a sound that's generally the code for that you're dead or knocked out." I said while helping him up.

"Although come to think of it, your tail was moving, but then again, I've killed dozens of Khajiit bandits and their tails have been going nonstop so I just assumed you were dead."

"Ah yes, an honest mistake then, this one's heart is warmed that you would not just leave him in the wilds to be eaten by the various beasts of Skyrim." Kharjo said as he brushed dirt off his self.

"Yeah, I am pretty awesome aren't I?" I said to him as I turned around and started walking again.

Definitely not the fact that I need just ONE more rug for my study, drat.