Dragon poked his head through the foliage and gazed at the city in the distance.

"Whiterun." He breathed. Quickly, he hopped off the boulder he had been perched on. Regretting this immediately when his heavy Imperial armor weighed him down. "Man, should've stuck with the Stormcloak armor." He grumbled as he sheathed the sword that he also looted from the Imperial, promising to remember to clean the blood from it later, and moved on to the city.

Passing a farm on the way, he spotted the body of a dead giant. Wow, who could've done this? He thought as he looked the corpse over. He had never seen a dead giant before. Dragon pulled the arrow that had previously pierced the giant's eye and examined it. If someone in the city managed to do this, I should probably watch my back.

Throwing the arrow away, he continued on, towards Whiterun, passing farms and stables. He continued up the small hill, over the downed drawbridge.

"Yes, I'm here! I can't feel my legs!" He cried, running towards the gate.

"Halt!" The guard demanded, blocking his entrance.

"C'mon! I just walked here in this heavy armor all the way from Helgen!" Dragon shouted. "I need to see the Jarl about the dragon attack!" The guards looked at each other for a second before the guard who had stopped the former prisoner motioned for him to enter. "Oh. Really? That was easy." Dragon hauled ass into the city and took a look around.

Wow.

He had never been in a city this big before. Not even in his homeland of Cyrodiil did he venture farther away from his home what was then necessary for his survival. This was just amazing!

Dragon smiled, looking around taking in all the sights and smells when he saw it. Dragonsreach. That is where he needed to go. He hopped to it, up the stairs, sprinting, avoiding the man screeching about Talos and stopping at the very, very...tall...staircase.

"This day sucks."

Irileth was weary of everyone, ever since being appointed Housecarl to Balgruuf the Greater, she considered everything to be a danger. Many would-be assassins had met their end by her blade. She took her job very seriously, never letting up for even a moment. So when she spotted a sweaty stranger, huffing and puffing as he staggered past the great fire pit in middle of the room, nearly falling in once or twice, she was very much suspicious of him. The young man stumbled up the small amount of stairs, ignoring Irileth and making a beeline for the Jarl.

"Halt." Irileth stepped in his path.

The young man whined loudly, doubling over and putting his hands on his knees, "Helgen...dragon attack...Riverwood. Why do you have so many stairs!?" And with that the young man collapsed in a heap at Irileth's feet. Irileth blinked and looked at the Jarl, who was staring at the man's unconscious body.

"Irileth...what did you do?"

Dragon had a very short attention span.

It wasn't obvious at first glance. From a distance he looked like your average Imperial.

But when you started talking to him, you quite possibly see any interest in what you have to say leave him.

So when the Jarl of Whiterun sent him to speak to his Court Wizard, Farengar Secret-Fire he thinks his name is, it doesn't take too long for that short attention span to kick in.

Something. Something. "Dragons." Something. Something. "Bleak Falls Barrow." And that's about all he gets from the conversation.

At this point he wasn't even looking at the mage anymore, just staring over his shoulder and off into space. And suddenly there's someone in his line of sight.

A man walked into the room, a pair of heavy books in his arms which he slammed onto the table with a 'thud'. Dragon tilted his head (which, unfortunately, Farengar mistook for interest and continued on avidly) and examined the newcomer. He appeared to be an Imperial, the his sharper features were more Elven, a Breton maybe? Didn't seem unlikely. Breton's were good at magic and his mage robes told Dragon that he probably worked with Farengar.

Shit. I should probably start listening. Dragon turned his attention back Farengar.

"So could you get it for me?" The court wizard asked. Dragon blinked, staring at the man.

"Uhhh...hmm...sure...?"

Farengar smiled brightly, "Great! Here. My assistant will show you the way." He motioned towards the young Breton who jumped knocking over a soul gem. Farengar sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Be careful in giving Collistar anything important, he is quite..." Collistar tripped over his robes, and in the process of falling to the ground knocked several potions from table. "Clumsy." Farengar grumbled. "This mess will take ages to clean up." The wizard turned back to Dragon. "In any case, I shall leave you to prepare for your journey." And with that Farengar walked away.

Dragon watched while Collistar frantically tried to clean the mess he had created for a second before he strolled over, avoiding usually colored substances and shards of broken glass to stick his hand out to the young mage.

"Hey man, I'm Dragon."

Collistar looked up at Dragon from under his messy brown hair and mage hood and just stared.

"Are...are you serious?"

Dragon blinked, tilted his head to the side, "What?"

Collistar waved him off, "Never mind." And stood, wiping his now green hands on his already soiled robes and grasped Dragon's hand lightly, offering a polite, but nervous smile. "I am Collistar." Dragon nodded, thinking for second.

"So...um...what exactly does that wizard guy want me to do?" Dragon asked letting out a nervous chuckle.

It was Collistar's turn to stare, "You...you weren't listening at all were you?"

"Not even a little."

Collistar sighed, "Farengar wishes for you to travel to Bleak Falls Barrow and retrieve the Dragonstone."

"The hell is a Dragonstone?" Dragon furrowed his eyebrows.

"It's a map of Dragon burial sites." Collistar explained.

"Why would Farengar need that?"

"I don't know." Collistar shrugged.

Dragon nodded thoughtfully before clapping his hands together, "Welp! We better get going! Meet back here in an hour."

"W-what!?" Collistar spat out as Dragon brushed past him. Collistar followed him closely.

"Well yeah, didn't you hear the wizard, you gotta show me the way." Dragon explained as he strolled through the Dragonsreach throne room without a care in the world.

"B-but sir! I-I haven't been outside of the city in 13 years!" Collistar nearly tripped over his robes as he followed the taller man into into palace's large kitchen.

"Well now's a good time to get there and get some fresh air!" Dragon replied with a smile as he examined a carrot. He took a bite out of it before grinning wider and stuffing the remaining vegetables in his pack.

"I don't think I'd be all that useful to you sir! Perhaps I can ask one of the more "battle-ready" citizens to accompany you!" Collistar cringed as he watched Dragon stuff a goat leg into his pack, an apple already stuffed into his mouth. "I'm not even a fully realized mage! I could endanger y-"

"Relax Collie." Dragon waved him off. Collistar raised an eyebrow at the new nickname. "We'll be fine. Just gotta believe. Now go get packed, and we'll meet by the city gates."

Collistar frowned, opening his mouth, prepared to retort but was stopped by Dragon shooing him away. With a sigh, the young mage moved on, knowing now that arguing would be pointless, plus the mix of potions he had spilled on his robes was starting to itch...and tingle...and burn.

All at the same time.

Collistar trudged down Whiterun's main path slowly, his skin tinged red from all the scrubbing that needed to be done, a fresh set of robes on and a bag filled to the brim with various potions he thought would be useful. He spotted Dragon at the main gate, chatting with a guard and quickened his pace.

"So, how did you take an arrow to the knee?" He asked.

"Well funny you should ask that-"

"Collie!" Dragon walked away from the guard who Collistar imagined had a confused expression under his helmet. Collistar was about to greet the man but he instead walked behind him and began messing with his pack. "So what'd ya bring?" He heard the clinking of bottles as Dragon began rummaging around. "Why're there so many red ones?"

"They're healing potions." Collistar answered turning to face Dragon, he blinked, something was different about the armored man. He examined him before before he saw it, a new sword was strapped to his hip. "Where'd you find that?"

Dragon followed his gaze to the sword and grinned, grabbing the hilt and unsheathing the weapon, holding it up to the sun, "I just bought it, pretty nice right?" Collistar examined the weapon which he now noted was steel.

"Wow, how'd you get such a great sword?" Collistar questioned. Dragon smiled at him sheepishly.

"Well, the Jarl said I could have anything in Dragonsreach so I may have taken a little gold here and there..." Collistar's eyes widened. First he gets sent on a dangerous mission, now he's going on a dangerous mission with a thief. Great. Dragon merely shrugged, "I also found this cool gem." He took a gold case out of his pack, a bright glowing gem floating above the fabric interior of the case. "I don't know what it is, but I like it." He grinned, throwing the gem back into his pack.

Dragon and Collistar stared at each other for a few moments longer before Dragon clapped his hands together and moved past him. "Let's get going! We can find this Dragonstone thing and be back in time for sweetrolls!"

Collistar sighed, tugging the hood of his robes over his tighter and following after him.