"Here's your goddamn claw. I expect payment, and I expect it now." She told the trader. He looked shocked.

"Thank you, uh, here. I hope this is suitable." Esil counted out 200 septims, looked at the man, and pocketed the coin grudgingly.

"Bye." She said, leaving the building loudly, stomping down the stairs. "Let's go deal with wizards." She said to herself.

"You're Farengar?" She stuck her head into the room, hanging on the log doorway, and asked the man in robes.

"Yes. But you'll want to see the Jarl for any questions you might have. I'm a very busy man." He said. Esil looked around as he stood in the middle of the room doing nothing.

"I can tell." Esil said. "Also, I found something in Bleak Falls Barrow and I don't know what the fuck I'm looking at." She handed him a book. He opened it cautiously, and then a smirk appeared on his face.

"I've been looking for this. It's a map of ancient dragon burial sites." He put the book down. Esil cleared her throat. "Oh, you'll want some sort of compensation. Uh, here." He handed her a spell book and a pouch of gold.

"Thanks." Esil said, looking at the book. "Healing hands?" She muttered. "Might come in handy."

"Where am I going?" Esil asked herself as she followed soldiers down to a watchtower. "Why did the Jarl decide that this was a good idea?" She stood outside, watching the skies. She heard the guards talking amongst themselves, and decided it was better to ignore them. Then she heard it— a roar, not unlike the same sound she had heard in Helgen. And if what accompanied it was real…

"Dragon!" A guard shouted. Esil's eyes widened as she saw a huge winged lizard climb into the sky. Its wings pumped the air, letting it glide in majestic arcs. She would have enjoyed watching it if it wasn't trying to kill her. She pulled out her bow and shot an arrow as it swooped down low overhead, breathing fire. She heard screams, but blocked the sounds out of her mind. Her only focus was the dragon. She was glad that it was sunny, and she could easily see it. She loosed another arrow, striking it in the jaw. As she shot a third into its eye, it let out a scream and crashed. She advanced on it, firing arrow after arrow into its skull. She vaguely heard the guards shouting at her, but her focus was on the dragon.

As she shot a final arrow the dragon reared up, spreading its wings and falling over, collapsing limply on the ground. Esil moved to loot the body for whatever she could get, but its skin began to smoulder and burn. Her eyes widened as tendrils of… something… wafted off the body and wrapped around her. She grimaced as her body felt like icy, slimy eels were sliding into her skin. She nearly collapsed as her vision flickered, and then like an earthquake, voices were heard on the wind.

"Dovahkiin" She looked up as the ground shook, and then stopped. The air was silent. The guards were hanging back. Esil stood up.