We made it to Whiterun within a few hours. Jarl Balgruuf seems to think it’s the Greybeards summoning me to High Hrothgar, on the Throat of the World.
He said there’s no rejecting the summons, so I suppose I don’t have much choice in climbing the 7000 Steps.
Afterwards, we took the road east with little trouble. We made it to a small mining settlement named Darkwater Crossing. Only about five people or so here. We’re halfway to Ivarstead now.
I’m glad Lydia is accompanying me. The way from here is perilous and fierce. We should sleep now though, for we have a long road ahead of us come morning.
I was awoken late this morning by a thundering sound!
Someone shouting, doh-vah-kin?
What is a dovakin?
Dohv dohvahkiin? Who was shouting?
Lydia says we should return to Whiterun at once as this could be related to my slaying of the dragon. We leave in a few hours.
Since conquering the dragon at the watchtower, Jarl Balgruuf has permitted me to purchase property within his hold, granted me the title of Thane, and assigned me, Lydia, as a personal housecarl.
The days, even though short, have felt like years. Which is why Lydia and I are returning to Shoal’s Rest to reflect on my new found duties.
Lydia suggested I take time off to work the farm and decide afterwards what to do about being Dragonborn. Surely there’s someone to help me hone this ability?
For once in the (almost) month I’ve been in Skyrim, I couldn’t be happier to be home at my farm.
A dragon . . . a real, breathing fire, flying dragon.
And I killed it.
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I finally mustered up the courage to leave for Whiterun. I laid awake all night, worried for the lives of everyone else, and I couldn’t just lay around and let a dragon kill an entire city because one person was too afraid to send word.
I left Riverwood and arrived at Dragonsreach around 4am. They seemed to have already been speaking about Helgen. The housecarl, Irileth, came at me with her sword drawn. When I spoke of the dragon at Helgen, she sheathed her weapon and told me to approach the throne.
Jarl Balgruuf was very gracious that I had come to him with the message. He’s sending a detachment of guards to Riverwood. He told me to eat and rest, and when I return, I can talk to Farengar, his court wizard, to help with the growing dragon menace.
I didn’t leave my room at all yesterday. My venison that I had from all of my hunts is starting to go bad, so I know I’ll have to leave The Giant’s Inn eventually.
I also need to go to Whiterun and warn Jarl Balgruuf of the imminent danger, but I’m still too frightened to travel the roads.
After much consideration, I’ll stay indoors today as well . . .
I decided to step outside today. Maybe I won’t ever again after today either. This Skyrim is dangerous. She’s a vicious, teasing land who pulls you in with curiosity and spits you out a coward.
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