An Unbroken Story

Jarl of Whiterun and his mouth

We end up in Riverwood."Hey, you should go to Whiterun, girl. Tell the Jarl about the dragon!" an elf says to me."I have a name, elf." I snarl at him."So do I, nord." he snarls back.I head to Whiterun.Oh my Talos, is this city run with imps (Imperials)!"Oh, look who it is, the lass who kicked Hadvar in the shin sideways. At least he wasn't shot in the knee." a guard says to me."Yeah, yeah. I need in. About the dragon attack...""I trust you won't kill the Jarl, Stormcloak?""Ugh..." I show him my arms."My, that looks like it hurts.""Yeah, it hurt a lot trying to slay just 2 wolves on my way here." I grumble."Still, can't be too safe." he winks.He is odd. Very odd."Well. I trust you have something vitally important to tell me. Important enough to interrupt me in the middle of council?!" the Jarl asks me, obviously annoyed."A dragon destroyed Helgen. Gerdur is afraid Riverwood is next.""Riverwood...?""I... was there... going to be beheaded... I have the scars to prove it." I say, getting ready to take off my gloves again."That won't be needed. Really? You're certainly... forthright about your criminal past. But it's none of my concern who the Imperials want to execute. Especially now. What I want to know is what exactly happened at Helgen""I saw the dragon burn Helgen to the ground. If you haven't heard, I also kicked Hadvar in the shin... sideways. He fell to his knees like a pathetic dog." I laugh.They all raise an eyebrow. I hear whispering."I can hear you whispering, you know." I cross my arms."Well done. You sought me out, on your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service, and I won't forget it. Here, take this as a small token of my esteem."He gives me some armor. IMPERIAL?!"Um, sir. I- I am a Stormcloak. I would rather not keep this. But thank you, nonetheless!" I smile, nervously."Stormcloak now? Show me... if you can.""Um... Ulfric doesn't brand us like cattle. I am greatly offended by that comment." I say, getting mad.