Drakar moved along with a grumble. He didn't like the idea with a sword to his throat, but it usually kept him determined. If he left empty handed, dead. If he came back with some evidence then it might help hi chances of survival. Considering Alduin had made some noise at Helgan, it only meant they were a stepping stone in her plans. He whipped some spider blood off of him as he remembered the messy battle.

Two Hours Ago

He dodged it's swipe and slashed along the back of it's legs. One side of it fell as he rammed the sword into it's back. With blood spurting out of it, it crashed to the ground with all that remains was a twitch. The thief that was squawking at him before hand was now, ungratefully, demanding to be cut down. He gave an eyeroll and was about to until a certain hunk of gold caught his eye. A solid golden claw dangled next to his hip in the webs. A wicked smile came across his face as he glanced at the dark elf. "You got a pretty hunk ok metal there." He said with a smile as the thief gulped.

"W-wait! We can share the treasures at the end of this crypt! J-just cut me d-down and-" He quickly shut him up with his blade. "Getting caught once is enough to prove to me you have no skill in this line of work." He said coldly. He cut the webs blocking his way and stripped the claw off of him with his notes on the burial crypt. "Ugh... I hope she at least gives me a bath before roasting me..." He muttered out loud, beginning to doubt her word.

Present

Drakar moved though the crypt with ease. Sneaking past was easy and made him shrug off the draugr. Once he entered a hallway he observed the writing on the walls. The strange area depicted the events in ancient times.

He took out the golden claw and looked over at a door at the end of the hall. He hummed as he looked at the door and the symbols that connect to the top. He observed the claw as well and found similar symbols matching it. He nodded and matched the door's symbols in the same order and use the claw like a key. It turned, then shifted the lock. A rattling took place and symbols all matched up into one line. The door than slid downward and exposed a cavern.

As he walked forward, bats flew above disturbed by his footsteps. He then came across a monument of a wall and hummed at the sight of something glowing. He strained his eyes as it was fussy. Suddenly, the knowledge of a word struck itself onto his mind, burning it's image into the back of his skull. He dropped to a knee and looked behind him to see a lid pop.

A draugr with some serious equipment let out a growl. It unsheathed a blade that glowed with the powers of frost. Drakar got up and dove to the shadows. The undead roared and chased after him, but only after a single step in the area, and was cut down. The defeated draugr dropped and he collected it's valuables. He also found a tablet that depicted dragons and humans. He nodded as he believed it to be a sign of proof.

He turned around and started to head towards the main exit.

(Drakar POV)

I walked out, expecting to see Alduin, only to find her nowhere to be found. I gave a snicker and thought of how ignorant she was. I put the tablet in my pack and headed off to Whiterun. I wished to know if anyone could by the stone off of him, some dragon-humping scholar I assumed. Along the path I walked I thought about the dragon I had met. She seemed to believed that she and her people helped humans, or at the very least assisted them. I didn't know what the humans in ancient times were treated to, but I knew it wasn't kindness.

A hour or two passed without any real action, until I saw a giant marching across a farm. Warriors were charging at it with steel weapons. I pulled out a ancient nord bow I had snagged from the ruins and aimed a arrow. I twisted the string and let it fly. The small twist I gave it made it curve and compensates for wind direction. It was something I was taught in my time in the dark brotherhood.

The arrow struck the giants neck and it choked and stuttered. A female hunter, who I mind you has a great ass, fired two more into it's eyes. The giant soon fell with the might of the other nords. I holstered my bow and decided to be on my way. The huntress ran up to me to give a quick thanks and went over to rejoin her companions.

I walked up to the gates and was stopped by a guard. "Halt! Cities closed with the dragons about. Official business only." Stated the guard, effectively expressing that he had a hand up his ass with the jarl. "Umm... I came from Helgan! I came to inform him about the attack on the town." I said, not really lying. The guard nodded at the expression.

"You're from Helgan? Please head to the hall once you can. That attack assisted Bulgruuf in his escape." He said with the unnecessary bit of info, well unnecessary for me.

I walked into the town and saw an imperial arguing with a blacksmith, a guard captain on patrol, and just other everyday life and stuff. I waltzed around till I saw the jarl's hall. I yawned and glanced at the inn. I shrugged and knew that I had all the time in the world to give a dusty stone away. I walked in and looked at the keeper. "Hello. Heard for food and drink? Or do you wish to turn in?" She said with a smile on her face. I nodded and gave her a coin purse.

"Bed please. You don't know how long of a day it's been." He said tired. She giggle and nodded as she told him the room he has currently. He walked up to the room and just passed out on the bed, still clad in full gear.

(Alduin POV)

I hummed as the mountain we laid on was simple and comfortable. I wondered if the dragonborn had wasted his life in a way. She huffed at the thought of sympathy toward him. Though he didn't even know it, and he was almost put to the sword by his own kind. I was thinking about him too much, I had to be. Perhaps though, with convincing and the right state of mind he could have been a ally. I just shook it out of my head and remembered what my generals and second fathers said: "The joor are unstable! They are split among themselves. It is our job to regulate and assist them in know who are the true superior beings." In a way it seemed odd. Why were the dragons destined to assist them? Granted they are chaotic, but they seem to keep it out of the way from the normal population.

"Mistress, I itch for action. When may we fight!" Asked the young dragon I had resurrected. I nodded as I looked onward toward a small keep. It was a odd little place. It held humans and their crops. Perhaps it was possible to assist with their struggles of invasion. I looked over toward the younger dragon. He was excited to fight for the rebuilding of their empire. I liked his heart, but he was weak. I knew I should only like the strong, but he was just so sweet.

"Ease yourself for now dear friend. We must rest and be at full strength." I said as I curled into a slumber. Tomorrow, was never a day I would expect.

I had awoken to find myself pondering a odd question that morning. Was he really dead? Did manage to slip away? I was never able to find his body and from what it had looked, he never left the tomb. I tried to think of ways he was still alive in the caverns.

I gave a snarl as I knew why I was pondering the question. He is the only human that can stand between me and the empire I seek to build. I HAVE to know if he is truly dead or not.