Balgruuf told me to head,
to the Western Watchtower.
The guards claimed they saw
a dragon.
I had time
to climb the spiral stairs before,
the dragon appeared in its glory.
Flames, white hot fire,
shot from its maw. Its jaws
snapped up guards and tossed
them like ragdolls.
After dodging flame and battling beast,
we brought the beast down.
Its skin crumbled away to bone
and I, devoured its soul.
They call me, Dovahkiin,
The Dragonborn.
