Inigo and the Dragonborn's Adventures

Maim or Be Maimed

Clover walks to the Inn with Ulfric and Inigo discussing the crises of Skyrim (Racism, bandits, vampires, Thalmor, draugr, dragons, etc.).

"How do you know if a dragon has been in your garden?" Inigo asks.

"Hmm, is it because everything is squashed?" Clover answers curiously.

"Nope. Your livestock are dead and your house is gone," Ulfric starts to laugh, causing Inigo to frown. "Dragons are a problem, this is no laughing matter."

"I apologize for my outburst. It was inappropriate, I just found it hilarious that not only would it eat your livestock but it would also burn your house down. And for what purpose? A great napping spot?"

Clover giggles at the thought of a dragon sleeping on cinders and opens the door to the Inn. Inigo tenses up but follows after Ulfric. Clover takes hold of Inigo's hand and leads him and Ulfric upstairs. Before she realizes it the Ironwings are greeting them and pushing the three towards a table.

"Would you three like some drinks?" The tallest Ironwings asks.

"No, thank you. First, I'd like to know your name," Clover states.

"I'm Roland, the shortest is Laurence, and the brawny one is Cohen," The tallest informed. "Now who are you two?"

"This is Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, and I am Clover, The Last Dragonborn," Clover introduced. "What do you want from Inigo?"

"We just wish to catch up with our friend," Laurence says. "He left in such a hurry last time we didn't get to say goodbye."

"Excuse my intrusion on this conversation but I don't think I've ever heard of your family living in my city," Ulfric says, causing them to sweat a little. "As far as I know there is no Ironwing family."

"We're a very old family, we wouldn't expect you to know of us," Roland shakes his head. "We've lived here all our lives with our mother, our home is just built into the city."

"Would you mind if we go to your house and look around?" Ulfric asks, not bothering to look at a terrified Inigo or a furious Clover.

"We wouldn't mind at all. As long as you don't break anything," Cohen laughs. "There's food cooking at home, we'd love for you to join us."

"It would be our pleasure," Ulfric bows and stands with the Ironwings.

Clover grabs Ulfric's hand and pulls him to her side. "Would you give us a minute? We need to talk, we'll be out soon," The Ironwings nod and walk downstairs. When Clover hears the door close she turns to a confused Ulfric. "What in Oblivion is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" He questions.

"What was that! 'It would be our pleasure', no it wouldn't. Inigo is clearly terrified of them for a good reason, and you just disregard his discomfort and spoke not only for him but for me as well," Clover explained angrily. "Just because you're Jarl doesn't mean you have us in your pocket, brother."

"Inigo hasn't even explained why he's afraid of them. Why would we not trust someone based upon a matter we know not of?" Ulfric argues.

"I haven't explained why I'm afraid because no one believes the story," Inigo mumbles. "They offered me food, a bath, and a bed for the night. I accepted, I ate and when I went to the bath I passed out. When I awoke I was in a jar, I had been turned into an insect. I was on a shelf with dozens of jars of insects. Their mother was standing in front of me, sneering. 'You'll make a nice snack.' She hummed as she tapped my jar. She shuffled away and grabbed a jar with a butterfly in it. She pulled it out and ate it. In my head, I heard, 'Pay attention, go still and she will not eat you.' So I did, she studied me then turned around. 'You need to bring me more! I need to eat tonight!' 'But mother..' 'No but's, go!' The brothers left and their mother left the room. With the help of mister Dragonfly, I escaped my jar, turned back into myself, and fled with him. The brothers then chased me to the village square where no one believed me. They then attacked me and chased me out of the city where I jumped off the bridge into the river. This is the first time I've been back since." Inigo recalls.