2The now bustling and famous city of Winstad was buzzing with activity today with bartering in the markets, drinking in the taverns, and working in the mines, farming, and fishery. Walking among the street of the very city, he founded himself. The Legendary Dragonborn Jon Tiberius Gerwulf would be among his people wearing humble attire and headed for a drink at the Shaky Shudders Tavern.
A mysterious Bosmer would be looking for the dragonborn. A signature bow on his back, knives sheathed, and his armor complimented by a cape.
The Dragonborn would make his way into the 'Shaky Shudders Tavern' where the city's workers and citizens were settling down after after a good days work. All but travelers not native to the city would not know this is the legendary dragonborn given his unassuming clothes. Years as a champion, adventurer, proto republic General and all around doom driven hero has finally seemingly come to a close since he helped Tamriel reunite under the new banner of the republic, he has since retired apart from simple adventuring now and then. He orders a tankard of Ale and sits with a woman of pale complexion and raven black hair with glowing orange eyes...
Jon: It's been quite the journey, hasn't it Serana? How far we've come. I'm growing grey, and yet you are still as young and beautiful as the day we met
Serana: Heh, you're never gonna drop this, are you? I'm not giving up my vampiric powers, Jon.
Jon: A man can dream, can't he?
The Bosmer did not know that Jon was the dragonborn, but he did know that this would be a good place to ask around. The heavily armed bosmer would enter the tavern, taking a look around before walking to the Tavern Owner. This wasn't the elf's first time in Winstad, so they had a general knowledge of him.
"I am looking for the one they call dragonborn. Do you know where I could find him?"
Bartender: Ah, well, if it isn't Ethros SpringBranch! It's been some time. What brings you to town Adventurer?
The Now Named Ethros Sprinbranch would answer with a friendly smile. "I'm here looking for the Dragonborn. My few times here, and I never knew he founded this city, but I digress, I need his help. Can you point me to him?"
Bartender: Aye Lad, He's over in the corner booth with that fetching lass in the fancy robes
Ethros: I thank you, Bjorgen. Treat yourself to something nice. *Ethros would toss a few gems the bartenders way*
Bartender: Aye, thanks, Lad, generous as always
Ethros would make his way to the dragonborn and he would walk up into them into a strange an unexpected scene, The Dragonborn would be playing with his food and flung a bit of porridge from his spoon like a catapult and the woman would have an unamussed look on her face as porridge dribbled down her cheek
Jon: "hehe sorry sera.. Oh! Hello there, traveler! I'd invite you to join us for a drink, but my companion here probably wants to tear me a new one first."
The woman would sigh defeated "Nevermind him. Can we help you, stranger?"
Ethros would notice given his experience as an adventurer the woman's glowing orange predatory eyes signature of a vampire most don't notice, or he would have noticed if He couldn't help but smile at the amusing scene of the strangely and disarmingly charming and immature dragonborn despite his appearance and reputation. It took him a few seconds to realize that he had been asked questions. As soon as he looked over to the person who asked him the question, he stopped short. Not willing to point out her glowing eyes now that he made eye contact, indtead he just continued with what he was going to say.
"You're the dragonborn, correct? I need your help with something."
Jon: Really? Well, it's been some time since I've been on a quest delving in some dungeon or slaying some beast. Though it must be something considerable if the republic or any of the guilds can't help you. What's the trouble?
Serana: Jon, you're retired now. Besides, Inigo is waiting for us in Riften. We still need to deal with that issue.
Jon: bah nonsense sera, you know I never turn down a person in need.
Serana: Yea, it's why you always get sidetracked!
Jon: Anyway, what can I help you with citizen?
Ethros: Well, do you remember when the Forsworn had major holdings within Skyrim? I fear their presence is rebuilding itself, the tribes in the mountain have been growing in number and talks of a warrior Prince of a long dead tribe uniting many clans has been spreading amongst us adventurers
Jon would guffaw in disbelief. "The Forsworn? But their king in rags is dead. I killed Madonach while I was in cidhna mine years ago. "
Ethros: I fear there is someone or something else at play. All I know is that they call their leader, Branoc.
Jon: Branoch? What is he, the love child of Madonach, and some woman who likes Colovian wine a little too much?
Serana would snicker as she punched his shoulder teasingly. "Jon!"
Ethros would look genuinely confused. "I uh.. I don't follow"
Jon: The name just doesn't sound very creative. For example, if Madonach had a kid with a woman named Brandy and mashed their names together
Ethros would continue awkwardly, not sure what to make of the dragonborn
"Uhh, anyway. Their numbers have been swelling. I think they might be able to take over Markarth by force within the next few weeks. They also definitely have spies and forces throughout skyrim and Bruma. I am unsure how they gained this much influence so quickly."
Jon: Damn. I guess retirement is overrated anyway.
Serana: Spies huh? We have the perfect people for counter intelligence and infiltration jobs. We were just gonna see him too.
Jon: Yea, Inigo has alot of connections. Him, brynjolf, Karliah, and their mysterious leader have fingers from riften to the jerral mountains. Fate has a funny way with me. This way I can tie two birds to one millstone
Ethros: "Could, I help? I am no newbie to combat. I am also an expert at stealth and tracking." The Bosmer offers
Jon: "Of course! We'll need the help! After all, you're the one that found this lead! Let's be off. Riften is some time from here. It would be better to leave sooner than later if we only have a few weeks' timeframe!"
And so the Dynamic Trio would head off from Morthal Hold all the way to the Rift. What would await the dragonborn and his companions next after so many years of adventure?