You hop down from your perch, and slot your teeth into the barrel's impromptu tooth-holes to get some of your precious mead. The Khajiit guard sighs in exasperation.
With drunkness returning, you beat your wings and ascend. Mirmulnir isn't particularly close-by after the time you took for a drink, but he banks to enter a circle in the skies above the camp instead of continuing in his direction.
With expert precision, Mirmulnir bellows a fiery "YOL TOOR SHUUL!" in your direction, exactly close enough to let you feel the heat without doing any damage. In return, you shout "FUS!" at his body, and the scales harmlessly redirect the Thu'um. With formalities done, you get to talking.
"So, you have collected your first joore servants, Droghrenteivo," Mirmulnir states, a twinge of pride in his voice.
"The arrangement is more that I have been hired by them," you correct. It's never wise to deceive your elders, accidentally or otherwise.
Mirmulnir gives a retort of his own. "It is a beneficial arrangement for you, is it not?" he says. "Then they serve you. Such things were common in the Thundering Days, and even the greatest of Dov had similar arrangements with the empires of joore they lorded over. Of course, after Alduin's descent into tyranny, such concepts of fairness in our rule were forgotten and discarded."
Come to think of it, you don't actually know too much about the days of old, when dragons ruled the world. So you ask.
"There isn't much to tell," the elder Dovah tells you. "At the dawn of time, the Dov were true unto Akatosh, and we ruled and protected the joore. Alduin, first-born of Akatosh, fell into corruption- and once the strongest of dov became callous with the lives of mortals, so were the others. His brother, Paarthurnax," (Ambition Overlord Cruelty,) "eventually betrayed him and taught the nords Thu'um. And so war erupted. They say that, with a single shout, three warriors knocked Alduin out of the sky and drove him into the time-stream with one of the Kel. After that, the mortals hunted down their previous oppressors and slaughtered them. Even so, it was only when the dreaded Blades arrived in Tamriel that the Dov were hunted to near extinction. I am proud to say that I was one of the few that even they could not slay."
Droghrenteivo's status
It's the early evening.
You are full up on mead.
You have about a third of your barrel left.
Your voice has not tired at all. (0.1/10)
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