"You want me to do what?"

The travel to the Hissing Wastes had resulted in an incredible amount of bitching and moaning from Tanya, who continuously threatened to use her Fast Travel spell to go home if they spent any longer in the desert. Dawn begged her to keep on with them, for she had a job for her, and her alone. It only figured that her abilities as Dovahkiin would be why this job was meant for her.

The Inquisitor sighed. "We need to get to the Tomb of Fairel to retrieve whatever's inside. The Venatori can't have it, but my scouts report that a high dragon is guarding the entrance. I was hoping you could talk her into letting us pass peacefully, without a confrontation." Dawn crossed her arms. "As Dragonborn, you've gotten better and better at speaking their language naturally. We could use your help."

Tanya frowned. "What makes you think that the dragon won't just attack on sight when she realizes that a Dovahkiin, something that shouldn't exist in this world, is present?" she asked, looking dubious. Dawn shrugged.

"To tell you the truth, no. I don't know for certain that she won't attack on sight. But she's been good at keeping the Venatori away from the temple, killing the intruders. We could have them still think whatever is there remains after we leave, and she could whittle away their numbers." The Inquisitor rolled her eyes. "Corypheus is so stubborn that I wouldn't put it past him to just keep throwing agents who piss him off at the dragon." Her eyes glinted, a bribe in mind. "Listen, if you try, I'll donate an entire book shelf's worth of Thedosian books, free of charge, to you."

Divines damn it. Tanya groaned. "Fine. Let's go find this dragon."

"Finally!" Bull exclaimed, thrilled. Solas, Varric, and Vidar had been listening to the exchange patiently, while Bull couldn't wait to face yet another high dragon. Tanya grumbled to herself as Dawn led the way out of camp for the direction the temple was reported to be in, cursing under her breath.

Soon they found an archway with dwarven statues, which led to a small valley where the temple could be seen- and a sleeping high dragon before it. Bull bit back a squeal of excitement, all eyes turning to the Dragonborn. They followed the Dovahkiin, who silently walked down the hill to the dragon's nesting spot. She did not wake at their approach. They stopped some yards away from her, and Tanya went silent as she thought carefully.

She cleared her throat. "Drem yol lok!"

The high dragon began to stir. She blinked and brought her head up, turning to look at the crowd in confusion. When it fully occurred to her that the Dovahkiin stood before her, with several heavily armed companions, she pushed herself away, head raised. Tanya noted the alarmed look in her eyes, though the dragon did not immediately attack; a good sign.

"Drem yol lok." the dragon returned, sounding baffled. She leaned in and sniffed the Dragonborn, who didn't move. The others almost didn't breathe at her approach. "Dovahkiin? Daar los nii leini. Kos hi fahdon uv hokoron?"

"Fahdon zu'u hind. Mu hind fah nii krif." Tanya gestured to the Inquisitor and her party. "Nust laan wah wundun wah fin qoth ko drem. Aal mu?"

The dragon relaxed back. "Geh daar fahdonnei kos dremi."

Tanya smiled. "Kogaan, fahdon." She turned to the others. "She says it's okay, so long as you remain peaceful."

The others grinned at the news, having been completely oblivious to whatever was being said. Solas tapped his chin. "Tanya, I can't remember the phrase you taught me for gratitude. What was it?"

"Zu'u fin tiiraz key." she claimed, biting back a laugh. Solas smiled.

"Thank you." He cleared his throat and looked directly at the dragon. "Zu'u fin tiiraz key."

"Geh hi kos fahliil." the dragon played along, unable to smile to show her amusement. Solas bowed to her, completely unaware. Bull was covering his mouth in awe, eye sparkling with amazement.

"Can you ask her if I can touch her?"

"No, she's being nice enough as it is," Dawn interrupted, smiling sheepishly at the dragon, "let's get what we came for and move out of her space quickly."

Bull snorted. "No fun, Boss."

Varric whistled as he stared up at the dragon, who had laid back down, conversing with the Dragonborn peacefully. "No one will ever believe this one."

Translations:

Tanya: Greetings!

Dragon: Greetings. Dragonborn? This isn't your world. Are you friend or enemy?

Tanya: Friend, I hope. We wish for no fight. They want to travel into the tomb in peace. May we?

Dragon: Yes, (if) your friends are peaceful.

Tanya: Thanks, friend.

Tanya: (to Solas, after he asks how to say thank you) I (am a) sad horse.

Solas: I am a sad horse.

Dragon: Yes, you are, elf.

Soon the Inquisitor and her party will be in Tamriel.