Your name is Tavros Nitram and you are a wood elf inn keeper, or at least you want people to think you are a simple inn keeper. In reality, you are one of the only remaining members of the Blades, a group that is devoted to keeping Skyrim safe from dragons.

Although…you had never actually seen a dragon before….

But you guess that is a good thing, based off what your parents told you when you were younger you wouldn't want to see one anyway. Your parents raised you for the moment you may need to fight off a dragon. Since you were five years old you were taught how to use a bow, and now you could be considered a master archer. You would never tell anyone of your skills though, even if you would make good gold teaching people how to shoot arrows. If anyone knew, it would attract unwanted attention, effectively ruining your inn keeper cover…

…Even if your clothes attract even more attention anyway. You usually wear a bright green shirt with matching pants, along with a green hat with a feather to tie it all together. Most people in the village actually started calling you pupa as a nickname ever since one of the drunk guests told you that you looked like a caterpillar. That could be considered better than what some people say about your clothes.

You like to not think about that.

You decide not to dwell on these things and start attempting to calm the drunken man that is demanding your finest chicken. There isn't much you can do at the moment, since you are completely out of chicken. You consider shooting the one outside that is pecking at the grass when an angry looking

Nord stormed in carrying two dead wolves.

"Uhh, Sir? You can't-" You are about to tell the man that he should not bring two dead wolves into the building when he slaps them down on the table and sends you a glare.

"How much can I get for these?" The Nord growls out and points to the wolves, which the drunken man is now clinging to claiming that they are the largest chickens he has ever seen. You can't decide whether you like or dislike the drunks that frequent your inn.

"Hey! Get the fuck off that and get your own!"

"Sir? you should take those to the trader next store. We, uh, don't really buy dead wolves." You say, but you wonder if the man even heard you since he was currently struggling to get one of the wolves back from the drunken man.

"You know what? Fine! Take the wolves you fuckass! I am done!" You start inching towards the metal pan on the counter to use as defense if necessary as the angry man snaps and throws what could only be called a hissy fit. He ranted away as the other man sat on the ground clutching the two dead wolves and nodding as though the rampaging Nord only spoke the truth.

"-do you even know how bad those ankles tasted? DO YOU? Then of course the devines just shit on me and a fucking dragon had to show up! A DRAGON-"

Wait, what?

You are about to ask him to elaborate on that but he simply slaps 10 septims down on that table and walks into room. Meanwhile your mind is spiraling with the phrases 'dragons are real' and 'oh my Talos dragons are real'. Your parents always told you they were real but for all you know they were completely insane and you were a way too gullible child!

So of course you walk into the man's room forgetting to knock with your best serious face (which actually just makes you look constipated). When the Nord sees you he falls off the bed with a quick cry of something along the lines of 'who the fuck-'