Skyrim: A Tale of Two Dragons
Chapter 12: The Sparrow in the Storm
"Fo krah diin!"
Wulfric watched as the dragon reared back its head and bellowed out a stream of ice from its throat.
"Yol Toor!"
A blast of fire burst from his throat, meeting the icy breath of the ivory dragon in mid-air. The dragon's Thu'um was stronger than his but the heat nullified much of its strength. His Nordic heritage allowed him to ignore the rest.
Wulfric stared defiantly at the ivory dragon as a cloud of steam wafted in the air between them. He calmly drew the Orcish warhammer from his back, jaw set in a determined scowl.
"Hi disgust zu'u voth hin tongue, joor." the dragon spoke in a deep voice. With a casual flap of its wings, it dispersed the steam surrounding them.
The dragon began to step towards him but suddenly recoiled in pain, pawing wildly at its snout. It wasn't until Wulfric heard Delphine shout of joy that he saw the steel arrow that had ripped clean though the inside of the dragon's nostril, protruding from it now like a bizarre piercing.
Not one to miss a golden opportunity, Wulfric charged at the dragon with a bellowing war cry.
The beast spun away from him, tail lashing out like a massive whip. The big man rolled under it only to be swatted away by one of its wings instead and sent tumbling across the ground.
The dragon gave up trying to get the arrow out, instead focusing all of its hate on Wulfric.
"Zu'u fen du hi! Fo karh diin!"
The large man felt the icy breath slam into him and gave a shout of pain. It was cold unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Wulfric howled in pain, his Nord blood all but useless against the steady stream of frost. It was all he could do to just cover his head with his arms.
Thomas came to his rescue, staff in his right hand while his left sparked with electricity. With a yell, the scholar sent a bolt of fire hurtling towards the dragon's jaw before following it up with arcs of lighting at its eyes.
The ivory beast roared at him, more annoyed than injured. With a mighty flap of its wings, it flew off into the sky.
Thomas watched it circle in the air above them before hurrying over to Wulfric. "You okay?"
The large man pushed himself to his feet, trying to ignore the pain. Both of arms were a burning red color, skin raw from the ice breath. "I've been better."
Thomas tossed him a red vial and Wulfric downed it immediately. He felt the burning rawness on his arms begin to fade, thank Talos for that. He glanced over at Thomas who still had his eyes glued to the sky.
"Where's Delphine?"
Thomas shrugged, not looking away from the circling dragon. "Don't know. She disappeared after shooting her bow. Maybe she ran for it?"
Wulfric snorted. "After all the talk of Blades, I doubt it."
"Here it comes!" Thomas shouted as the dragon broke its circle and began to hurtle back to the earth.
It swooped clean over them, blasting the duo with the giant gust of wind that followed in its wake. The gust staggered Wulfric while the much smaller Thomas was sent rolling across the field.
Seeing that Wulfric was still standing, the dragon circled back around to him. It stopped a good twenty feet above him, hovering in the air with surprising grace for a creature so large.
"I will address you in your filthy tongue, mortal," the ivory beast said, voice booming down. "I am Sahloknir, great servant of Alduin the World Eater. You will perish before me just as a thousand other mortals have done. You will-!"
The dragon gave a deafening roar of pain as its right wing suddenly stopped working, the beast immediately beginning to drop to the ground. The beast flapped harder with its left wing, trying to stay afloat as a blood began to rain down on top of Wulfric.
He heard Thomas gag from a distance but Wulfric just shielded his eyes from the blood. They widened as he saw Delphine clutching to one of the spikes on the dragon's side, a bloodstained sword clutched in her hand. She had slashed clean through the wing's fleshy membrane that allowed the dragon to fly.
Sahloknir's head snapped towards her, eyes going wide before narrowing to slits. It tried to snap its massive jaws at her but the attack proved too much for the damaged wing and send the beast slamming into the ground.
Wulfric watched Delphine sprint across the dragon's body as it fell, neatly jumping from it as it hit the ground and adjusting into a perfect shoulder roll. She came to a stop only a few feet away from him.
"It's down!" she cried, pulling a pair of daggers from her waist. She'd abandonden her sword during the dragon's fall. "Get it now!"
Wulfric said nothing but surged forward with a yell, Delphine right behind him. Wulfric spotted streaking orbs of flame sailing over his head as Thomas launched attacks from a safe distance.
Sahloknir was just managing to right itself when they reached it. Its right wing was a bloody mess, the loose membrane wriggling around like blanket made of flesh. Being hurt and grounded just seem to enrage it even more.
It pivoted with more speed than expected, tail whipping out at Delphine while it lunged at Wulfric with its jaws. The last of the Blades tried to hurdle the tail but the dragon was wise to that move now and instead flicked its tail up at the last second.
It slammed into Delphine with the force of a charging mammoth, sending her flying out of view. Wulfric heard Thomas yell her name behind but he didn't have time to worry about them.
He dodged backwards from the snapping jaws, the teeth coming so close that he could have grabbed the arrow still sticking through its nostril. As the jaws slammed shut, he hammered them as hard as he could with his warhammer.
The force of the blow staggered the dragon, a roar of pain echoing across the field as blood and broken teeth fell from its mouth. It whipped its tail again as it stumbled back, trying to get space from the Nord. Wulfric smacked the tail away with the spiked end of the hammer, drawing another roar of pain from the beast.
"You will not kill me or anyone here today, beast!" Wulfric shouted as he advanced on the dragon. "I will crush you just as I crushed your brethren at Whiterun!"
"Wulfric get down!" he heard Thomas shout from behind him, voice strained. The large man spared a half second to glance behind him and dropped to the ground, eyes wide.
Thomas had a look of intense concentration as he compressed lightning magic into a rough sphere shape between his gloved hands. Sharp, cracking bursts of electricity snapping from it and scarring the ground around him. Even from a distance, Wulfric could see his shirt and gloves shimmering with some sort of magical power.
He barely noticed Delphine laying the ground behind him, three large empty vials next to her with Thomas's staff clutched in her hands.
Sahloknir regained its balance and lurched forward in a blind rage at the Nord.
With a primal yell, the scholar loosed his magic at the dragon.
There was a brilliant flash of purple light that forced Wulfric to look away. A violent cracking sound came a split second later in the air, filling the air with an acrid, burning smell.
Sahloknir was stopped dead in its tracks, body convulsing as the lightning magic ripped through it. It only lasted a brief second before the dragon slumped to the ground, face and hide covered with wicked electrical burns. Even then, the beast refused to die as it began to try to stand again.
Thomas collapsed a moment later, face planting into the loose soil of the burial mound.
Wulfric didn't let the opening go to waste.
"Su grah dun!"
Imbued with inhuman speed, Wulfric began to pummel the dragon as quickly and as hard as he could. After the third blow, his vision became blinded by a spray of blood. After the sixth, Sahloknir stopped moving. After the tenth, Wulfric simply lost count.
The entire spree lasted only fifteen seconds but the man managed to land more blows than he could count against the beast.
Wulfric dropped his warhammer as the effect faded, utterly spent. His heart was thundering in his chest from the exertion.
He numbly wiped the blood from his eyes as best he could and looked down at himself. He was completely drenched with thick red blood, shards of bone and teeth and worse. He glanced at Sahloknir and quickly looked away.
Wulfric's blows had reduced the dragon's scaled head to little more than red and ivory pulp, like a rotten pumpkin that caved in on itself. Shards of teeth littered the ground and gray matter was dripping down through shattered eye sockets.
Wulfric felt a surge of dizziness, almost collapsing entirely as he dropped to a single knee. Agony rushed through every muscle in his body as the weight of his efforts began to set in. He idly felt himself vomit but the nausea never reached him.
It didn't matter though. Sahloknir was dead.
Before anyone could react, the dragon's corpse began to smolder and burn. Within seconds it was completely ablaze, just like what had happened at Whiterun.
Wulfric knew what was coming next.
He felt the familiar rush of the dragon's soul being absorbed into him. There was no heat this time, but a deep, bitter cold followed by a distant roar in the back of his mind. An overwhelming sadness suddenly overtook him, making his throat seize up and tears blur in his eyes.
Before he could even process what had happened, it was over.
Wulfric barely managed to give Delphine and Thomas a half-hearted thumbs up before a second wave of dizziness overtook him and everything went black.
"Well, you are full of surprises, aren't you?"
Wulfric snapped his eyes open at the voice. It was thick and heavy, like a mountain had gained the ability to speak. Dread filled him as he realized that he recognized it. Alduin.
The large Nord lurched to his feet as quickly as he could only to come to halt as he noticed his surroundings. Everything was black, as though the world itself had been devoured by shadows. There was no sun in the sky, no moon and no stars.
There was nothing to be seen anywhere.
Wulfric looked down at himself and was surprised but thankful to see his own body, lit as clearly as if it were mid-day.
"Foolish mortal," the voice boomed again. "I speak to your soul now. The material world is insignificant here."
Wulfric spun around, trying to find the great dragon. He was nowhere to be seen and his voice came from everywhere all at once.
"What do you want me with, dragon?"
Wulfric held a hand to his throat. He knew what he had asked yet his words were inhuman to his own ears.
Alduin's laughter thundered around him.
"Even now, you barely understand what you are. You speak the language of the Dragon, yet you own ears do not comprehend it. You are a sparrow flying in a storm, mortal, thinking yourself flying while the winds toss you about.
Wulfric felt his fists clench in rage, feeling the truth in the dragon's words sink into him.
"Show yourself!"
"Of course."
As silent as a ghost, the great dragon appeared in the darkness. With his glossy black scales, Wulfric could see little more than a shifting mass in the darkness with two great crimson eyes peering down at him.
Wulfric felt a primal fear race through him but he squashed it down ferociously. Fear would not serve him now. "What is it that you want?"
"I have grown intrigued by you, little mortal." The dragon said plainly. "I find myself drawn to you in this, the world's late hours. You bear a soul familiar to me yet I cannot place it."
Wulfric stared into the darkness. "What in Shor's name does that mean?"
Wulfric felt Alduin's massive tail slam into the ground more than he saw it.
"Your insolence is revolting," the dragon hissed at him. "Yet I grow more curious of your nature. I will grant you no quarter, mortal, but your…oddness has bought this world more time. After all, the strength of your 'great heroes' has waned much in these years. The greatest champions of past age could not truly defeat me, just delay the inevitable."
Wulfric stared at the great shape in the shadows, his blue eyes focused on Alduin's red ones. "I have no idea what you're talking about, dragon, but rest assured I will slay you just as I have slayed two of your kin already."
Alduin gave another great boom laughing. "Foolish whelp, to compare myself to Mirmulnir and Sahloknir is to compare a torch to the very sun. You could not slay me anymore than you could kill the night."
Wulfric saw the massive shade shift suddenly but he was too slow to react.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
The shadowy void they were in burst became engulfed in a sea of flames. Wulfric spun, seeking an escape but he was already completely encircled. The heat was overwhelming, so hot that his sweat was evaporating from his skin faster than his body could make it.
Alduin's massive head ripped through the flames, head level with Wulfric, crimson eyes burning with more intensity than the flames surrounding them.
"As I told you before, little fool," the dragon spoke, voice loud enough to shake Wulfric's very bones. "I am the World Eater. I will watch you until you have fulfilled my interest and then I will devour all of Nirn, as is my birthright! Pray to my Father that you hold my interest for as long as you can!"
The great dragon then reared back, mouth opening to reveal a blazing fire brighter than any furnace Wulfric had ever seen.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
Wulfric awoke with a start, sitting completely upright with a gasp.
"Whoa! Easy there!"
Wulfric spotted Thomas sitting in a chair nearby, book in hand as usual. His eyes darted around, taking in the rest of his surroundings.
He was in a bed, his legs just slightly hanging off the end, covered with a patched up woolen blanket. He could tell from the scratchiness of the wool that he was nearly naked underneath the blanket. A quick hand to the face confirmed that someone had also unbraided his hair and beard. The room itself was small, but cozy. A nightstand sat beside the bed with a small dresser on the other side of the room. A small table in the corner held a large shine to Talos.
"What happened?" Wulfric gasped out, his voice raw.
"Easy," Thomas urged, placing the book down and walking to him. "You passed out after you smashed Sahloknir's head in. Delphine tracked down a local farmer who agree to let us stay here until you woke up."
Thomas held up a small metal flask to Wulfric, an icon of a large oak tree imprinted into it. The larger man took the flask and took a quick swig of its contents. After his first swallow, Wulfric hastily lifted it back to his lips and greedily drank the rest.
Thomas laughed as he took the empty flask back from Wulfric, carefully tucking it away. "Yeah, that gets everyone good the first time. It's been enchanted to be warm to the touch but keep the water inside nice and cold."
"How long have I been out?"
"Less than a day," Thomas answered easily. "It's just a bit after dinner now. Delphine figured that between the dragon's ice breath and you going berserk on its head that your body was too overwhelmed and shut down from pure exhaustion."
Wulfric snorted at that. "It wouldn't be the first time."
"Well, hopefully it'll be the last. Burning through every ounce of energy you have for you will kill you before too long. I wouldn't try making a habit of it."
Wulfric nodded as he pushed himself off of the bed, grimacing at the shakiness in his limbs. Thomas handed him a small stamina potion and Wulfric drank it down wordlessly. He gave a sigh of relief as he felt his body stabilize beneath him, strength returning to his arms and legs.
"Just the boost I needed."
"Indeed," Thomas said with a smirk. "Come on, let's get moving. Delphine's been going spare since we got you settled."
Thomas reached into a drawer on the nightstand, pulling out Wulfric's clothes. His woolen undershirt, once an off-white color, was now a dull red. Wulfric eyed it with confusion.
"Boti tried her best to get the dragon's blood out of it but that was the best she could do," Thomas answered his unspoken question. "Your other clothes were dark enough to not make too much of a difference – they're extra dark brown instead of just dark brown now – but the white didn't fare nearly as well."
"Boti?"
"Logvaar's daughter."
"...and Logvaar is?"
"The farmer whose house you're in," Thomas said with a light grin, lightly slapping Wulfric on the shoulder. "Come on, man, keep up with things, will you?"
Wulfric rolled his eyes and pulled his clothes on. The reddish color clashed poorly with the nearly black brown of his tunic and pants but that was the least of his worries at the moment.
He followed Thomas out of the room into the main living space of the small farmhouse, casually ducking his head to avoid the doorframe.
Delphine was hunched over a small table in the middle of the room, hood pulled as far over her head as it could be, looking over a small map of Skyrim with dozens of annotations on it. Upon seeing the pair, she rolled it up and stuck it inside her cloak.
"We need to get moving now that you're up," she said in lieu of a greeting. "The more people recognize us, the worse off we'll be."
"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Wulfric told her, his tone gruff. "So, you were right about dragons being resurrected. What now?"
"I think I may know someone who would have more answers about something like this." She told them. "Unfortunately, the Thalmor tracked him down some years ago. It's a long shot if he's even alive but he was one of the most celebrated Blade lore masters. If anyone would have known something, it would've been Esbern.
"However, if he were alive, it's very likely that the Thalmor would have some information on his whereabouts. Not a specific location, mind you, but they probably know his last known whereabouts. Besides that, I'd love to see what the Thalmor know about the sudden dragon attacks."
"Why would the Thalmor know something?" Thomas asked her.
"Those damn High Elves have their hands in about every dark corner of Skyrim you can imagine," Delphine sneered. "Hardly anything goes on without them knowing about it, if not outright causing it."
"What exactly are you thinking then?" Wulfric asked her, crossing his arms and he leaned back against a wall.
"The Thalmor ambassador, Elenwen, regularly throws parties where the rich and connected line up to rub elbows and lick Thalmor boots." Delphin explained. "They're these huge, lavish things thrown at the Thalmor embassy in the mountains north of Solitude. We could sneak in and see if they have any relevant information on Esbern or the dragons."
"No, absolutely not," Wulfric said, pushing himself off the wall. "There's zero chance I'm heading anywhere near Solitude. I've ran into a fair share of Imperial soldiers during the few weeks I've been here. We don't exactly see eye to eye."
"To be fair, how many people do you see eye to eye with?" Thomas quipped. "You are very tall."
Wulfric ignored him. "Beyond that, sneaking into an embassy isn't exactly in my wheelhouse. I'm not built for stealth, Delphine. As I've been informed, I am very tall."
"So, what do you propose we do then?" Delphine demanded. "I can't think of anyone who would know more about dragons than Esbern and there's a good chance the Thalmor have more information about the dragons."
"Why can't you sneak in?"
"I've spent the last thirty years on the run from the Thalmor!" the last Blade said, slamming a fist onto the table. "Do you think I'm insane enough to try and sneak into their headquarters? Why not just ask Ulric Stormcloak to go waltzing through Solitude? I'd be killed on sight!"
"Well, if I'm too big and you're too wanted, then what do we do?" Wulfric snapped back. "You're the one who's been living here all these years? Don't you have a contact or something?"
"Of course, I do! I even have someone within the embassy itself to get someone else in."
"In that case," Thomas said, stepping between the two with raised hands. "Why don't we look into the Thieves Guild for something like this? They have to exist somewhere in Skyrim, right?"
"…I do know a person who may or may not know something about the Guild." Delphine admitted. "He's certainly crafty enough to get the job done. I'd even call him trustworthy if the pay is high enough."
"Okay then, how about this?" Thomas began. "Why don't you seek out your Thieves Guild contact and have him work with your contact at the embassy? In the meantime, we'll head back to High Hrothgar. In the short time I spent there, I saw dozens of books and scrolls about dragons that I had never heard of."
"We do need to return the Horn anyway." Wulfric said begrudgingly. "Sounds kind of like a two birds with one stone sort of arrangement."
"I agree that it does seem like the best use of our time and resources. Very well, let's go with this plan. I'll send a courier to you when I have any information."
"Wonderful!" Thomas said, rubbing his hands together. "We'll head out for High Hrothgar from here. What about you?"
"I'll need to make my way towards Riften." Delphine told them. "It should only take me a few hours with the carriage, so I'll probably hide out for a bit longer and leave during nightfall. If you two leave soon enough, you could probably make Ivarstead by the morning."
"Just want I was hoping to hear," Wulfric grumbled. "Another all-nighter of walking through this damn country. For Shor's sake, couldn't you have put your cities closer together?"
"We'll see if Boti and Logvaar could spare a bit of dinner for us before we head out." Thomas told him. "I'm sure once we get some food in you that you'll have less of a problem. Besides, I want to talk to you more about how you absorb these dragon souls."
There were in luck that soon after farmer Logvaar and his daughter Boti had shown up, arms full of fresh picked vegetables and a few wild rabbits.
Logvaar had wasted little time cleaning the rabbits while Boti prepared the potatoes, leeks and cabbage into a stew. In short time, a full meal was sitting before the trio, steam still wafting from it.
"We really must thank you for your hospitality," Wulfric told the pair. "You certainly don't owe us all the kindness you have shown."
"I'm going to have to argue with you on that," Logvaar said. "We saw that dragon flying overhead and Boti herself climbed up to see its skeleton before we came home. We'd be dead if you three hadn't come along."
Thomas nodded thoughtfully at his words. Delphine said nothing, quietly eating her meal within the shadows of her hood.
"Be that as it may," the scholar countered. "You've been incredibly hospitable to us in our time of need. I'm not sure what we would've done with this big lump if we hadn't come across your farm."
The old famer waved him off. "Please think nothing of it. We consider ourselves fairly lucky given the state of things. Despite losing my wife to a sickness, the war has done little to upset our lives. We're close enough to Windhelm to keep away any roaming Imperial soldiers and Jarl Ulfric pays little mind to those of us outside his city walls."
"What are your thoughts on the war?" Wulfric asked quietly.
"It's complicated," the old famer admitted. "Far too complicated for a simple man like me to figure out. What I do know is that I moved near Windhelm as a child and I've lived here ever since. I've got nothing but respect for Ulfric and his father, former Jarl Hoag."
"I think what Ulfric is doing is important," Boti cut in, voice light but firm. "It's important that we hold true to our traditions and to our Gods. To forbid Talos worship is akin to spitting on our very ancestors!"
"While true," Logvaar said with a slight glare at his daughter. "Ulfric probably didn't go about things as best he could. The man was always more of a warrior than a diplomat, at least compared to his father."
"Maybe we need more of a warrior right now then." Boti answered back. "It's diplomats who are trying to ban Talos worship. It was their weakness that allowed the elves to overrun the Imperial City."
"What's done is done, girl!" her father snapped at her. "Ripping the country apart now is hardly going to make things better for anyone, especially with those elves breathing down our necks."
There was a heavy tension in the air as pair glared at one another from across the table.
"You know, these rabbit haunches are absolutely delicious!" Thomas remarked suddenly.
That drew a sudden muffled laugh from the young woman, the room's tension shattering in an instant.
"Well, thank you," she said politely. "My mother was the one who taught me."
"Well, she did a fine job, I'd say!"
"As someone who isn't from Skyrim, I appreciate your open honestly." Wulfric told them. "It's hard to get an honest gage of where people are without their bias steeping in. Anyone can see how its divided your country but I see that even two people who agree with the Stormcloaks don't share the same thoughts on it."
"Like I said, the war is a complicated subject for many people." Logvaar told him. "Unless you're actively participating in it, the best you can hope for is that it doesn't disrupt your life too much and that the battles stay far from your doorstep."
Dinner finished shortly after, Wulfric and Thomas thanking their hosts a final time before making their way back to High Hrothgar. Delphine had made herself scarce after the meal, vanishing into the room where Wulfric had woken up.
They'd only went about fifty feet from the house before a voice called out to them.
"Wait!"
The duo turned to see Boti running out to them. The young woman reached them quickly, face slightly flushed.
"What is it, Boti?" Wulfric asked.
"I want to give these back to you," she said, extending her hand to reveal a fistful of leather bands. "I had to remove these when we were scrubbing the blood from your hair."
Wulfric let out a barking laugh. "By the Nine, I nearly forgot! Thank you, Boti. Climbing the mountain with my hair whipping about would have been a nightmare."
"I wanted to thank you as well," Boti told them. "Both of you. It's not often that father and I discuss the war. He just wants to keep his head down about the whole thing but I know its reshaping Skyrim for the next century.
"You've helped me realize how important it is to me that the Stormcloaks prevail. I'm going to take a few days to ensure I'm right, but I think I'm going to move to Windhelm and see if I can do more to support the rebellion."
"Are you sure about that?" Wulfric asked her warily. "The war is a lot more intense when you're up in it and I know the Imperials aren't showing any mercy to the Stormcloaks."
"That's why its all the more important that I head to Windhelm. I'm not going there and asking to be given a uniform and sword, but there are lots of things I can do to help support the effort. Even if it's something as small as preparing food for the soldiers then I need to be there for it.
"Father doesn't like to mention it much, but my mother was a strong Nord woman and a fierce worshipper of Talos. If she hadn't gotten sick, she might have left us to join in the rebellion on her own anyway. If we can get our independence from the Empire, then I see no reason why we can't push back against the elves, just like Hammerfell did."
With that the young woman gave them a quick bow before turning and heading back to get home. Wulfric and Thomas watched her go.
"So, how do we feel about inspiring a girl to go join a civil rebellion?" Thomas asked, his normally jovial voice flat.
Wulfric said nothing as he turned and began walking but the look of concern on his face said it all.
"So, why are you trying so hard to avoid Solitude?"
Wulfric nearly tripped over his own feet at Thomas's sudden question. He caught himself in time and looked over at the scholar. "What?"
The duo had been walking quietly for some time on their way back to the Greybeards. Thomas had been a bit put out that Wulfric wasn't able to tell him much about how he absorbed the dragon souls.
"I asked why you're trying so hard to avoid Solitude?" Thomas asked again, casually cupping his hands behind his head as he walked in the fading sunlight. "You were warily about going too far into Imperial territory when we set out for Ustengrav and you outright refused when Delphine brought up going to the Thalmor embassy."
"That's because I'm not exactly fit to be sneaking about." Wulfric told him.
"While true, you brought up that you had been at odds with Imperials before you brought up your size." Thomas chided him. "So, fess up what the problem is? It's certainly not being too close to the war, considering we were only an hour or two from Windhelm, the very heart of the rebellion."
Wulfric was silent for a moment before he spoke. "Let me answer your question with one of my own."
"Fire away."
"How is someone who claims to be an 'aspiring Mage' traveling to the mage's college is somehow skilled enough to use spells powerful enough to wipe out nearly a dozen dragur and badly injure a dragon?"
It was only Wulfric's keen eye that caught the minute widening of Thomas's own amber eyes and tightening in his jaw. It lasted only a millisecond before the man's laid-back nature returned.
"I see," the scholar said lightly. "Tell me, do you feel its important for traveling companions to know everything about each other?"
"No," Wulfric answered. "It's important that they know vital, life-endangering things…but not all secrets need be shared."
Thomas nodded as he took in the larger man's words.
"Well, let's just hope we can avoid more of those situations then."
Honestly, this has been one of the more difficult chapters to write for me. I knew what I wanted with the dragon battle but never felt like I fully accomplished what I was going for after several rewrites. Hopefully, you all like how it ended up.
Now then, we've reaching a part of the story that allows for a bit more variation. I've already got a few specific in-game storyline picked out for Wulfric (and a few that are specifically off-limits as well) but I'd really like to know what storylines/missions that you all would like to see him on. If there's enough feedback, I may even set up a separate side story of just Wulfric and Thomas going off on various storylines so I don't have to worry about the "exactness" of the main story as well.
Anyway, please comment on what you'd be interested in seeing and I'll do my best to make it happen. See you in the next one!