That was a good night's sleep; I think that I should go tell the Jarl about the dragon attack in Helgen. I start out the road for Whiterun with 1,396 Septims left from the 1,500 that Alvor gave me. As I'm walking along the road a wolf pack ambushes me from behind, a hair before the wolf bites my leg I take out my sword and slice its throat open. The other wolves attack and I swiftly kill them and loot their pelts. I continue along the road to Whiterun for another half an hour and then, I finally see the city's walls. I pass the city stables and a Khajiit caravan, and then I reach the city gates.
"The city is on lockdown because of a dragon sighting," the guard said
"I have news about a dragon attack on Helgen that I have to tell the Jarl," I say.
"Shouldn't you be telling the Jarl of Falkreath?"
"I saw it heading toward Riverwood."
"Okay I'll let you in, but don't tell anyone."
I head through the city and come to the Jarl's palace, Dragonsreach. When I get to the Jarl he asks, "Why are you here? The city is on lockdown by my order."
"I have news of a dragon attack on Helgen, the town of Riverwood requests that you send guards to guard the town," I reply.
"That explains why my guards let you in, let's see, what do you think we should do Proventus?"
"I think we should sit behind our walls until this dragon attack is over," Proventus says.
"I will not stand by while a dragon burns down my towns and slaughters my people. Irileth send a platoon of guards to Riverwood."
"At once, my Jarl," Irileth replies.
The jarl asks me to talk with him over lunch in his private quarters. We walk upstairs to his quarters, which are very extravagant and luxurious. We sit down and the Jarl tells a servant to tell the chef to make the Imperial City Meal. We begin talking about my experiences at Helgen and my life before I came to Skyrim. We talk for half an hour and then the first course consisting of; Seared Scallops, Roasted Slaughterfish, Jazbay Grapes, and some nice cold, and refreshing Honningbrew Mead. We eat the course and begin talking about the situation in Skyrim.
Jarl Balgruff tells me that there are two major warring factions; the Imperial Legion, and the Stormcloak Rebellion. I learn that the Imperials operate out of Solitude, the capital of the country, and the Stormcloaks operate out of the city of Windhelm. He says that the main course should be arriving soon, which it did. The main course consisted of: Mammoth Steak, Venison Stew, and Alto Wine. We begin eating while we start talking about Bleak Falls Barrow, which is a tomb that the ancients built to house the fallen Nords. He tells me that his court wizard should be here shortly.
"You must be the Jarl's guest, I'm Farengar," the wizard said.
"Nice to meet you Farengar, I'm Marcus of Cyrodiil," I reply.
"Have you heard of Bleak Falls Barrow, Marcus?"
"I have and why are you talking about it?"
"I need someone to delve deep into the barrow and get something called the Dragonstone. It is a map of dragon burial sites."
"I assume that person is me."
"Yes, it is you Marcus."