So, A quiet few steps up to the Jarl's meeting room, and a quick look at the occupants. I know I'm in trouble. The Jarl stands there, His housecarl follows me up and one random guard. One random, exhausted and fresh from a fight guard by the look of it.
I don't remember fighting any guards, but it's been a long week. Chunks of the week have already disappeared from my memory. So who knows?
A short story later, and I'm out running with the crazy warriors of the Jarl's personal troupe. Yeah. I'm going to fight a DRAGON. By choice. Well by order of the Jarl. Still, I could have refused. I could have. My sense of adventure kinda kicked into overdrive, and here I am. Standing at the bottom of a burned out guard tower, waiting to die.
Give me five. I'll just defeat this dragon, Drink a few beers with the guards and then see if the housecarl feels like getting naked. You know, It's all in a days work for an adventurer of my caliber...
(Oh christ, I think I'm gonna be sick. Flames don't fail me now.)
(Do flames work against dragons?)
(Who am I kidding? Nothing works against dragons. I'm totally gonna die.)
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