Alvor looked at his nephew with an unamused look. "Dragons? How much have you had to drink boy? Dragons dont exist." he said as his wife set some bowls if stew on the table.
Alvor looked at ralof and the bowl in front of him and said "Eat your stew and get out of my house. I will not have a known stormcloak in my house. You will put my family in danger." with a glare of disdain.
Ralof looked hurt for a split second before standing up and gathering himself. "Im actually not hungry and my sister must be worried." and left the building.
Asbjorn sat idly by watching the exchange before speaking up. "Hadvar is telling the truth. There was a dragon, it flew this way from helgen about an hour ago. Flew over the barrow and disapearred."
Alvor sighed with defeat and looked at asbjorn "If there is a chance dragons are back, the jarl needs to know. We are defenseless here as is, but against a dragon, we may as well hang ourselves." he said as he grabbed sigurds hand before looking at asbjorn and hadvar. "Asbjorn, we need to let the jarl know, and i cant leave my family. Will you please travel to whiterun and plea with him for help. As for you hadvar, youll need to report back to the legion. If anyone can save skyrim Itll be them."
Both men looked at the older man and nodded before going about the preparations needed to travel.Within the hour both had left separately.
Asbjorn took the road north across the bridge and stopped a little bit after before looking back at his home for the last year. Ever sense he saw the dragon he had a growing pit in his stomach. He had a feeling that everything was about to change. With one last breath he started walking down the road.
An hour later and a run in with some imperials and a prisoner he was finally at the gates of whiterun with a new problem. The guards wouldnt let him in and no matter what he said they wouldnt budge. When he told them about the dragon they got a statement and sent a guard to report to the jarl. The taller one looked at asbjorn and said. "Thank you for your help. However, we still have our orders and we cant let you into the city." before sending him on his way.
Walking away furiously, Asbjorn came across a Risaada khajiit caravan and sat with him. He had come to like the khajiit and his perception on things.
"What troubles you Asbjorn. Surely one can find many things to keep one happy." The old cat said as he took a hit of a pipe and offered it to Asbjorn.
Looking at the bowl asbjorn couldnt make out exactly what it was. Aware of the khajiits love of skooma.
Risaad saw this and chuckled lightly.
"It is not skooma. This one does not use nor sell that. This is a plant from Elsywer that had grown all over tamriel. Its flowers make one feel euphoric when smoked and is non addictave."
Asbjorn laughed as he realized it was basically marijauna and took a hit. When he heard the sound that echoed through the land.