Dragon Born

     Honestly?

He didn’t expect them to be so… big.

The first time he picked up a book that mentioned Argonians, they were referred to as ‘lizards with the shape of a man or mer’. Once he had also looked up what a lizard was, and realised that they were the things that had skittered about temple passageways ( and that he had received possibly the beating of his life for chasing as a child ), he had never assumed they would also be the size of man. A slight oversight, on his part. He was still essentially imagining what his people would call maldov, or kiirdov - the ‘little’ or ‘baby’ dragons. Perhaps he should have put more effort into reading about Argonians.

“You… are Dragonborn?”

When she’d attempted to greet the cloaked man, he’d whipped around and used some form of magic to knock her to the ground.  She did her best not to curl up in a ball, but there was only so much her best could prove.

She groaned in pain and rolled to her back, looking up at him from the ground.

“What the fuck was that for asshole?  Yeah I’m dragonborn, but what the fuck?”

2: Whoever’s responsible for the lighting should be beaten with reeds because her head looks photoshopped on

3: SHE’S REAL LOOKIT LOOKIT

Tari paused a moment, a worried look on her face before she looked up at Creek. “I—-I don’t normally spend much on non-essentials, but…”

Creek went digging through her bag of loot, the pack she kept usually on her saddle, but since they were camping, it was her pillow.

“Ha! There we go!”

She pulled out a silver chain with an emerald amulet on it.

“Found this deep in a draugr cave.  It’s not enchanted, far as I can tell, and I don’t enchant, so I was just going to sell it, but work’s been good.”

Creek held it out to the elf.

“Though I can’t believe I’m paying you for traveling with me.”