Samuel rode the horse he stole back to Riverwood, and opened the door to the Inn. He went up to the owner, a woman who was about 50, and had blonde hair tied up in a bun.
"I'd like to rent the attic room," said Samuel, though he couldn't see stairs anywhere.
"Attic room eh?" she asked. "Well...we don't have an attic room, but you can the one on the left. 10 septims."
Samuel put the gold on the counter and walked to the room.
The room was small ,with only a bed, a dresser, and a chair. The door opened behind him.
"So you're the Dragonborn I've been hearing so much about," she said. She pulled out a horn about the size of a brass trumpet. "I think you're looking for this. We need to talk. Follow me."
They left the room and went into a much bigger bedroom, presumably her's. She opened the wardrobe, which was empty. She grabbed the back panel and pulled. It slid away, revealing a basement. They walked into it, and it looked like a general's office. A map was printed onto a desk, and swords hung from a wall. Armor was on a stand.
"Now we can talk," she said. "My name is Delphine. The Greybeards seem to think you're the Dragonborn. I hope they're right."
"They're right," said Samuel. "I'm the Dragonborn."
"I hope so. But you'll forgive me if I don't assume that something's true just because the Greybeards say so. I just handed you the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. Does that make me the Dragonborn too?"
Samuel frowned. "What do you want with me?"
"I didn't go through all this trouble on a whim. I needed to make sure it wasn't a Thalmor trap. I'm not your enemy. I already gave you the horn. I just need you to hear me out."
"I'm listening..." said Samuel.
"Like I said in my note, I've heard you might be Dragonborn. I'm part of a group that's been looking for you...well, someone like you, for a very long time. If you really are Dragonborn, that is. I need to make sure I can trust you."
"So...what's the part you're not telling me?" asked Samuel.
"Dragons aren't just coming back, they're coming back to life. They weren't gone somewhere all these years. They were dead. Killed off centuries ago by my predecessors. Now something's happening to bring them back to life. And I need you to help me stop it."
"Now, what makes you think dragons are coming back to life?"
"I know they are," said Delphine. "I've visited their burial mounds and found them empty. And I've figured out where the next one will come to life. We're going to go there, and you're going to kill that dragon. If we succeed, I'll tell you anything you want to know."
"Where are we headed?" asked Samuel.
"Kynesgrove. There's an ancient dragon burial mound there. If we can get there before it happens, maybe we'll learn how to stop it."
Samuel patted the sword tied to his waist. "Let's go kill a dragon."
Delphine grabbed his sword and placed it on a table covered in candles and strange runes. He picked up a pink crystal and read a spell from a red book. The crystal turned orange. She then crushed the crystal and rubbed the dust onto the sword. The dust simmered and disappeared, and the sword glowed orange.
Delphine hired a carriage to Kynesgrove. As it pulled in, a woman burst from a house.
"Stop! Don't go near the mound! There's a dragon!" The woman ran away.
Samuel leaped out of cart and ran up to the mound. A massive black dragon, the one from Helgen, was hovering above the mound, chanting in the dragon tounge. The clouds parted and a purplish-black beam of light shot down from the sky and slammed into the mound, covering it completely. The black dragon flew higher into the air, continuing his chant. The beam of light dissipitated and a skeletal dragon burst from the mound and crawled up to the surface. Muscle and sinew began to grow on his bones, brown scales covering the muscle. Delphine unsheathed her sword and crept behind Samuel.
The black dragon turned his head toward Samuel. "Ful, losei Dovahkiin? Zu'u koraav nid nol dov do hi..." The dragon bared his teeth. Is he trying to smile? thought Samuel. "I forget," said the dragon. "You do not even know our tounge, do you? Such arrogance, to take for yourself the name of Dovah." He turned to the other dragon. "Sahloknir, dispose of the mortal."
"Ol hi hind, Alduin," said Sahloknir. "As you wish, Alduin."
Alduin flew away, leaving Samuel and Delphine to fight Sahloknir.
The dragon landed in front of Samuel, clawing at him with his talons. Samuel stabbed the dragon's arm. The arm caught fire, as the sword glowed orange and the dragon bellowed, crawling away from Samuel.
FUS RO DAH!
The dragon tumbled backward and into the nearby frigid lake. He jumped out covered in frost, dripping with nearly ice-like water, cursing the language of dragons, and you'd be suprised how many four-letter words dragons have.
bellowed the dragon, and a ball of fire burst from his mouth
Samuel's Shout hit the oncoming fireball, making the blast hit the dragon. It rose into the air and flew toward him at and astonishing speed. Samuel thrust his sword into its mouth and held on the dragon caught fire, and plunged into the ground. Samuel pulled his sword out and walked backward as the dragons body rolled down the hill. He and Delphine walked over to it as its scales burned off and Samuel absorbed its soul.
Delphine was speechless. "So you really are...I...it's true, isn't it? You really are Dragonborn. I owe you some answers, don't I? Go ahead. Whatever you want. Nothing held back."
"Who are you want to you want with me?"
"I'm one of the last members of the Blades. A very long time ago, the Blades were dragon slayers, and we served the Dragonborn, the greatest dragon slayer. For the last two hundred years, since the last Dragonborn emperor, the Blades have been searching for a purpose. Now that dragons are coming back, our purpose is clear again. We need to stop them."
Samuel sheathed his sword. "What's our next move?"
"The first thing we need to do is figure out what's behind the dragons. The Thalmor are our best lead. If they aren't involved, they'll know who is."
"Remind me...who are the Thalmor?"
"The faction that rules the Aldmeri Dominion. The ones who almost destroyed the Empire during the Great War, almost thirty years back. There's no worse enemy to humankind in Tamriel. The Empire barely survived the last war. The Thalmor don't intend to lose the next one."
"What makes you think the Thalmor are bringing dragons back?" asked Samuel.
"Nothing solid. Yet. But my gut tells me it can't be anyone else. The Empire had captured Ulfric. The war was basically over. Then a dragon attacks, Ulfric escapes, and the war is back on. And now the dragons are attacking everywhere, indiscriminately. Skyrim is weakened. The Empire is weakened. Who else gains from that but the Thalmor?"
"So we need to figure out what the Thalmor know about the dragons. Any ideas?"
"If we could get into the Thalmor Embassy...it's the center of their operations in Skyrim. Problem is, that place is locked up tighter than miser's purse. They could teach me a few things about paranoia."
"So...how do we get into the Thalmor Embassy?" asked Samuel.
"I'm sure yet. I have a few ideas, but I'll need some time to pull things together. Meet me back in Riverwood. If I'm not back when you get there, wait for me. I shouldn't be long. Keep an eye on the sky. This is only going to get worse."