Kalur lay in his bed, asleep until he heard someone enter the room. The door shut. He looked up. It was a Nord in hide armor and a helmet. He didn't know this man.

"What is your name, Argonian?" The nord asked.

"...Kalur." He answered hesitantly.

"Call me Dovah. You were brave, Kalur. Taking on that dragon by yourself." The nord said.

"I had to." Kalur responded. "It would have destroyed the entire village if I didn't stop it."

"So why do you still ignore the greybeards call?" Dovah raised an eyebrow.

Kalur became suspicious. "What do you mean?"

"I know you are a Dragonborn." The nord said. "I saw you absorb the dragon's soul, as did others. I was sent to find you. You are in danger, danger of being twisted to serve evil."

Kalur's suspicion just jumped up to paranoia. "How exactly could you tell I was absorbing its soul, Dovah?"

"It's simple: you're not the only one with the gift." The Nord answered, sitting down on the foot of the bed. Kalur, unsure of his safety at this point, started to reach for the dagger he recently had hidden between the bed and the wall.

"I wouldn't advise that. I'm not here to hurt you. Even if I was, you wouldn't stand a chance against my skills. I've trained with the greybeards. Unlike you, I have mastered my shouts, and a number of useful spells. Plus, I've been slaying dragons long before you. I stopped counting at thirty-five. I doubt you've slain more than two."

"I don't know exactly who you are, Dovah, or what you want from me..."

"I don't want anything from you. It's what the greybeards need. They need to train you so you don't go down the wrong path and misuse your power. If the wrong people had control over the voice, it would be disastrous for Tamriel."

"What do you mean by 'the wrong path?'" Kalur asked.

"Remember the one who said you can't walk alone anymore?" Dovah asked.

Kalur immediately drew his hidden dagger, holding it inches from Dovah's neck. "Are you one of them?"

Dovah didn't even flinch. "No, I'm not. But I did enter their fold, once when I was oblivious to my power. The Dark Brotherhood. I was part of their little group, for a while, they called me 'The Listener' when I was in their ranks. Then I cut ties, washed my hands of them, and sought repentance. The Brotherhood said I was a great asset when I was with them. That is why they are after you, my friend. A Dragonborn in the Brotherhood would prove an invaluable unit. The voice can be a very deadly tool, if used as such." He took Kalur's hand by the wrist and guided the dagger away from his neck with great strength; he nearly dislocated Kalur's wrist in the process as he lost his grip on the dagger. "So why don't you answer my question, Kalur: Why do you ignore the greybeards call?"

For a moment, things were silent. Then he spoke up.

"I'm just trying to lie low. I didn't want any trouble with them, or anyone else."

Dovah laughed. "Yet you still risked your life to save Riverwood, using your power? I wouldn't call that lying low."

"I couldn't just let her die..."

Dovah raised an eybrow, appearing amused. "You mean the Imperial mage, Dulian?" He gave a hearty laugh, realizing what was going on. "You've got a thing for her, don't you?"

"Shut up!" Kalur hissed. If Argonians could blush, he'd be a deep red.

But Dovah wasn't about to let this slide. He got up and began to quietly sing a nord romance tune, relishing the moment.

"Stop it!" Kalur demanded, getting to his feet, even though he wasn't at full strength yet.

"Woah, calm down! I was just having a little fun. But I guess this does prove I'm right." He grinned. "Take my advice: Don't let her get away from you, as her type only come along once in a lifetime. I'd also recommend standing around in something besides underwear."

It was that at that moment Kalur just remembered that he didn't have his robes, or pants for that matter. He was standing in just his loin cloth!

"Now hurry up and get dressed. If you're well enough, we can start the hike to the seven thousand steps." And with that, Dovah walked out.