"Kanji, please get out from under my desk."

"Have all the dragons left yet?"

"No…"

"Did you bring more Balmora Blue?"

"No…"

"Then go away."

A Nord walks into the room, "Farengar! Bring your friend. The Jarl wishes to speak with you both."

"There's an excuse for you Kanji."

"Fine! But it's on you if a mountain falls on our heads."

Kanji walks out of the room and Farengar moves to follow but is stopped by the nord, "he's cracking wise… right?"

"Hard to tell but I believe so."

The three make their way into the throne room. Balgruuf sat in his chair waiting for them, "ah, Farengar, Kanji, I trust you two have been hard at work?"

Farengar bows, "indeed my Jarl. Arrows seem to be an effective tool against dragons and they can only call upon the power of the voice so many times before needing to rest."

The Nord, Hrongar, speaks up, "that's all well and good but we have something even more important to discuss."

"Indeed, I trust you all heard that booming voice?"

Kanji nods, "hard to miss my Jarl."

"It was the Greybeards, I'm certain."

Just then, Irileth and Ma'Zelas returned.

"Ma'Zelas!"

"Kanji!"

The two run up and give each other a warm embrace.

Hrongar scoffed, "get a room you two."

"Oh, we're not together."

"Weird though, it's only been a week and I feel we're as close as kin."

"If this 'fascinating' conversation is over, I have my report Jarl Balgruuf."

"Go on, Irileth."

"A dragon did indeed attack the western watchtower but we now know that we can kill them."

"I knew I could count on you Irileth!"

"With all due respect, it was Ma'Zelas who finished the beast off. Afterwards, the dragon was reduced to bones and some form of mist entered her skin."

"Wait," Kanji starts, backing away from Ma'Zelas, "all of those draugr in Bleak Falls Barrow called you 'Dovahkiin' which means Dragonborn. Then you absorbed something from that wall at the end of the ruins and finally there's this voice calling for the Dovahkiin…"

"So it's true, you are… Dragonborn," the Jarl says in awe.

"Um, what does that mean?"

"Yes indeed," starts Proventus as he entered the room, "what is all of this Nord nonsense?"

"Uh, who are you?" Kanji asks.

The Jarl turns, "ah, this is Proventus Avenicci, he's my steward."

"Nord nonsense?!" Hrongar starts in a fury, "why you puffed up, ignorant… These are our sacred traditions!"

"Enough you two! In answer to your question Ma'Zelas, the Dragonborn is a legendary warrior who is gifted in 'The Way of the Voice'. You have the blood and soul of a dragon and can permanently kill a dragon by slaying it and stealing its power. Now the Greybeards have summoned you to High Hrothgar."

"But why?" Avenicci asks, "what do these, 'Greybeards' want with our friend here?"

"That's the Greybeard's business, not ours. I envy you Ma'Zelas, to climb the thousand steps again… I made the pilgrimage up to High Hrothgar myself once."

"Truly? That's incredible… You are so incredibly lucky Ma'Zelas."

"Hey, I don't plan on leaving without my partner. I am not dealing with a second dragon on my own."

"I guess I'm just as lucky then."

"You two better get moving then, there's no refusing the Greybeard's summons. It is a tremendous honor."

"Well that settles that then. Let's go."

Irileth waves to them as they leave, "good luck you two, I'm sure you'll make a fine team."

"Come to me if you wish to talk more of dragons Kanji!"

"I will Farengar, take care!"

As the duo steps out of Dragonsreach and soon out of Whiterun, they see all of Skyrim before them. Before that though, loomed the Throat of the World. This would not be a simple journey.