The blades sat around an open fire in the forests of Skyrim. They threw in things like bread, skooma, swords, and armor into the fire. As some threw, the others prayed. "Dovahkiin, kir, meyz hiif mii. Dovah daal, ahrk mu don't mindok fos wah dreh. Dovahkiin, nunon jor tok wah krii pah dovah ahrk viik lot Alduin, hi los un nunon buriis." While continuing to pray for help, large shadows crept up on them. Some noticed, but it was far too late. Some stared in awe at the enourmous dragons, while others ran in fear. However, only one survived, and it was a woman. She couldn't believe that the dragons were coming back...to life. Not just as if left to go somewhere else, but they were returning. How did they find us? Where the hell did they come from? Who is behind the dragons returning? All of these things flew through her mind as she ran to the nearest town, which happened to be a small one by the name of Riverwood. Ever since, she has disguised herself as an innkeeper of the Sleeping Giant's Inn, waiting for the dragonborn to come.
