Once I arrived at the Inn, I ordered a bottle of mead. After witnessing what I had just witnessed, my appetite had completely left me. I sipped straight from the bottle as I sat beside the fire listening to Luaffyn sing tales of the Dragonborn.

The murder had shaken me to my core. What if the killer was a member of the brotherhood and this was just a way of sending me a message? I shuttered at the thought. But surely if it was the brotherhood and they had the knowledge that I was in this city, they would come for me first. My stomach was churning. Sucking it up, I downed the bottle of mead. The warm liquid taking hold of my body almost immediately. I managed to somewhat relax and I slumped down in my chair with a book called The Cake and The Diamond. Lost in the words of the literature I barely felt the rush of cold wind blow past me as someone entered the inn. I didn't bother to turn around, I was finally relaxed in my chair.

"That's a good read." I heard a voice say beside me.

I lifted my eyes from the book briefly to take in the stranger beside me. It was the Argonian from earlier. He had his hood down and I could clearly make out every detail on his scaled face. He had a row of horns on the top of his head and his scales were a bright green. Faded war paint was just across one eye, and he had a fresh scar on his nose.

He laughed a little under his breath and I realized I had been staring wordlessly at him for far too long.

"Oh, uhm, yes it is. I've read it too many times.' I said as I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name."

"Shadow-Walker." He replied, "And yours?"

"Aelwyn." I reached my hand out to shake his. He grabbed mine briefly, and I took note of how strong his grip was.

We sat in silence, both sipping mead and staring at the fire, before I finally managed to speak.

"I don't want to sound rude or anything…but how did you get into the city?"

He almost choked on his mead. "I just walked in." He was laughing now.

"Really? I didn't think they allowed Argonians in." I replied nonchalantly.

"They don't. But I'm not just any Argonian." He took another drink of mead.

"Oh?"

He nodded his head, "I'm the Dragonborn."

I was floored. The Dragonborn? An Argonian? How?

"Uh…what?" The confusion in my voice was audible.

"Yeah, yeah. All you Nords have such a hard time believing that anyone but a Nord can be Dragonborn." He began to stand up to walk away.

"No wait!" I grabbed his arm, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so ignorant. Please tell me how you came to find out that you're the famed dragonborn of legend."

He sat back down beside me, obviously shocked that I had taken such an interest in him.

"Well, I was crossing the border into Skyrim when I was ambushed by Imperial soldiers." I was staring at him intently and he took that cue to continue with his story, "They captured me, and loaded me into a carriage to take myself and the other prisoners to Helgen. I was to be executed along with a few Stormcloak soldiers and Jarl Ulfric himself.

I gasped and he continued.

"As I was approaching the block to have my head chopped off a sound pierced the sky. At first they shook it off as nothing and went to proceed with my execution. The executioner had his axe raised when the dragon landed on the tower."

"Dragon?" I questioned in horror. I had heard tales, but thought they were just that, tales.

"Yes, a dragon. It called upon the forces of nature, causing fire to rain from the sky as well as its giant maw. I narrowly escaped my death in that place. I escaped with a Stormcloak soldier and took refuge in a small town called Riverwood for a few days. After that I journeyed to Whiterun, only to find out that a dragon had attacked a watchtower not far from there. I assisted with the fight against the beast and finally it was brought down. Once the dragon was defeated I absorbed its soul, and well, now here I am. And since then I've just been trying to do my part in helping Skyrim, a place that doesn't even want the likes of me here." He looked back down at his bottle of mead after finishing his story.

"I'm glad you're here. I can see you're really trying to do your part to help the people here. You've come at a time when the people of this country need you most." I spoke sincerely.

'"Thank you." He replied. His yellow eyes boring into mine.

After a long pause I finally broke the silence, "Why were you crossing into Skyrim?"

"I'm an adventurer, I've never stayed in one place for very long. I have never been to a land like this. I only planned to stay here for a few months, but I've found that the gods had other plans for me."

"I was somewhat of an adventurer before I settled into the merchant's trade." I replied.

"Oh, really?" He spoke with intrigue in his voice.

"Yes, I traveled on occasion with my father. Never really straying far from home, just enough to quench my thirst for adventure."

"Do you miss it?" He asked.

"Sometimes I do. I miss the feeling of freedom. I miss not knowing what will happen next." I sighed before taking another long drawl of mead.

"Why did you stop?" He questioned.

"I lost my father on one of our journeys."

"Oh," a silence fell over us before he replied, "I'm sorry for your loss."

"It gets easier every day. He's been gone for nearly a year and a half now. Being in Windhelm helps…there's not many things to remind me of him here."

"Where did you call home before coming to Windhelm?" He inquired.

"Whiterun."

"Whiterun is a wonderful city. I was welcomed there much to my surprise, though it is not without its bigots of course." The end of his sentence came out in a hiss.

"No city in Skyrim is free of bigots. Or probably any part of Tamriel for that matter."

He smiled at me, or at least he tried to smile. I had always heard that Argonians were completely expressionless, but so far that seemed to be untrue. His facial expressions just weren't as pronounced as a Nord or a Mer.

"Do you ever think about traveling again?" He asked as he took a swig of his mead.

"All the time," I admitted, "But I don't think I could ever travel alone. It would be far too lonely."

"It does get lonely. But in all my time of traveling, I've always done it alone, it gets easier as the time goes on."

I sighed, "I'm sure it does, but that life is not for me. I need companionship."

He nodded his head and we both continued to drink in a comfortable silence. The fire was dying down to only embers and I took that as my sign to go to bed.

"Well Dragonborn, it was a lovely evening chatting with you, but I think I should probably get some rest. Especially if I want to rise with the sun in the morning."

"I was just thinking I should do the same, good night Aelwyn and good luck with your endeavors. I'm sure I'll see you around the stone quarter."

"Good night Dragonborn." I replied before retreating down stairs to my permanent room.