A few more days worth of training my voice with the greybeards had passed. I could now shout on command without having to remember the words. The greybeards had sent me off to retrieve the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller, I asked how it got there, but Arngeir's patience with my curiosity was clearly wearing thin. I got a gift from all four of the greybeards before I left. Borri had given me an amulet of Talos, etched into the back was the symbol of the empire, a dragon.

Einarth gave me special greybeard ale, "Aged for millennia" said Arngeir. I think I will give it back to them when I make it back to High Hrothgar, as it was apparent long ago that I cannot ingest anything. Wulfgar gave me a spare set of greybeard robes, Arngeir mentioned that they had made these for Halbjorn, so they may be a little big. Arngeir finally had given me a shout, "Zun". He didn't specify to me what it did, but only that is was invaluable to a pacifistic greybeard.

The robes hung on me like a wet towel hangs on a ladder, but they covered me up for the most part, save for my face and hands. They were clearly expertly crafted with love. Would Arngeir want me to be a greybeard when I finish my quest? These thoughts race through my head as I make my way down the mountain. I left my hide armor in High Hrothgar, having had both arms severed, there didn't seem to be much point in trying to protect my body.

Deep in thought I once again failed to notice the frost troll. He made his presence known with an angry roar, One arm was small and pink, like a newborn baby. It was then that I realized that this was the same troll I had fought earlier. I pulled my axe out as the troll rushed toward me. I was prepared and swung my axe upward while simultaneously sidestepping its opposite hefty tree trunk of an arm.

Said arm was sent flying into the air, swiftly being carried away by the strong winds, blood again painted the snow. I slammed the haft of my axe into the monster's chest, pushing it to the ground. Reaching down I grabbed this trolls regenerating new arm, and ripped it clean off. It surprisingly took little effort, like pulling a carrot out of the ground. Growling in pain the creature rolled on its side, stood up on its considerably muscled legs and ran off once again. Something told me I would see this troll again.

I had grown accustomed to the greybeards uncaring attitude toward my skeletal appearance, and I casually walked across the stone bridge back into Ivarstead at the bottom of the mountain. A local farmer took one look at me and her scream was enough to rattle my skull. Soon a small group of guards in purple raiment were on me. I analyzed the situation and had an idea all before the guards even drew their weapons.

Sprinting as fast as I could back to the bridge, the bewildered guards in hot pursuit. I perched on the edge of the bridge. I thought it would be amusing to add a bit of theatrics to my escape. I pulled the axe off of my back and held it in one hand, turning around the the guards, I stretched both arms out in a spread eagle formation, and fell backwards into the water.

I sank instantly. Leaving nothing save for a small splash, if I could smile, I would be grinning ear to ear over their confusion. But it was time to go retrieve the horn of Jurgen Windcaller. I trudged the river, the greybeard robes and my battle axe weighing me down somewhat. After walking for a few minutes, I thought the coast was clear and I was free to get out of the damned water. I poked my head out on the bank cautiously and looked around, on one side of the river was a mountain and on the other side was a stone path, there wasn't a soul in sight.

This was the same path I had come in on, complete with a few foxes feasting on the bear I had slain a few days earlier. Taking note of the foxes salivation at my own bones, I quickly made my way down the rift. Only stopping to stare slack jawed at the awe inspiring landscape. I traveled this road for quite a while, eventually coming upon another river, and two tall stone towers on either side, a thin stone bridge connecting them.

Distracted by the magnificent stone towers, I hadn't noticed a thin woman sitting on a chair, leaning up against the tower. She sighed, picked up a small hatchet and began walking toward me. "You there, this here's a toll-" she stopped as I turned toward her, exposing my face. I was quite a ways taller than the wood elf girl, and she struggled to get words out. "You, you, you know… you, can just pass on through. No charge." I pleasantly reply thank you, and she cautiously backs away.

I make my way passed the tower and another bandit on top of the tower points a bow at me. "Filawen, why are you letting him go!?" I hear the woman behind me shout back up. "Just trust me on this one Jorik, let him go!" The archer shouted some insults back down at her, and she shouted some more back up. In their arguing I was just able to back away from them slowly.

I could still hear them arguing in the distance, judging by the tone of their voices, it was quite heated. Seeing a guard patrol in yellow garb making their way toward me, and knowing full well how guards reacted to a walking talking skeleton, I quickly jump into a shrub until the patrol passes. While i'm in the shrub, I notice the towering mountain that was the city of Whiterun. I had only seen the magnificence of whiterun once or twice in my life, and I sat on a rock awestruck for a few minutes.

This was sadly enough time for another patrol to approach my rock. I was still gawking at the city, and only noticed the soldiers when one of them rested his elbow on my shoulder. He was looking at the city too. "Aye lad, Whiterun's the jewel in skyrim's crown. Take it in as long as you can." I almost turned my head toward him, but thought better of it, in fact I turned my head away from him, and attempted to bury my hands in the folds of my greybeard robe. He spoke again "Come on lad, what's your name?" his tone of voice didn't have a whiff of inebriation to it, he just sounded rather jovial.

I responded "I am called Dragonborn sir, I can't remember my real name." he removed his helmet now, the second guard wandered up beside him. The second guard spoke. "Ye' look like a traveler, where are you headed?" I quietly respond "A nordic ruin known as Ustengrav." The jolly guard gave a hearty laugh "What kind of civil servants would we be if we didn't help you find your destination, Jerin, find this *Ustengrav* on your map."

How kind of these men, to help me find the horn. I could hear The second guard hold up a crumpled map to the first one. "Let's see here, straight northwest of Morthal, Aye you got a good days travel in your future sir." I lift my head slightly, listening in on the directions. "To get to Hjaalmarch, you need to stick on this road, across the plains, I would suggest you stop in Rorikstead for a good night's sleep and some food. You'll know you're in Drajkmyr when you start stepping in puddles."

I turn my head to see a blonde nord and his helmeted friend face first in a paper map. I pleasantly thank the two guards. The blonde one smiled and lifted his head. He began to reply "Oh it's no trouble at all sir-" his face fell to one of fear. "By Arkay! Skeleton!" he drew his sword. I raised my bony hands in a yielding gesture, getting down from the rock, I began slowly walking backwards in the direction the guards told me to Ustengrav was. The blonde one was hesitantly walking toward me, the fear showing in his eyes, his partner had joined him. I was backing away trying to remember anything the greybeards had taught me that would help.

They finally pinned me against another rock, the second guard had pulled out a hefty warhammer. My back to a wall, my jaw opened and I shouted what Arngeir had taught me earlier. "Zun!" As though some unseen force had intervened on my behalf, Both of the guards weapons were plucked from their hands, and sent sailing into the river. Realizing that I was no longer in any danger, I slowly lowered my arms and began walking toward the guards.

They were now backing up in fear. They were soon on their knees begging for me not to do anything to them. "Please, don't hurt us skeleton! We're just doing our jobs. I have a wife and kids back home, Please don't do this." I tilt my head to them, "If I were a mindless skeleton pawn to a necromancer, do you not think I would have attacked you yet?"

The two guards were staring at me wide eyed now. "I am Dragonborn, the reincarnated soul of a dragon most foul!" I lean in close to the guard without the helmet. "Spread the word, guard, the dragonborn has returned, not as a prideful slayer of dragons, like the previous incarnation. But as the savior skyrim needs." he nods silently, blue eyes shining brightly. I turn around from the two guards, continuing my journey.