Art by blekarotva

Word got around with the dragons that something was a little off about the Dovahkiin. He smelled a bit strange, much different from other small humanoids.

One particularly brave, foolhardy dragon had to know. He would be the talk of all his dragon friends if he was the first to find out! Locating the Dragonborn was not too difficult, but his approach required some finesse.

He landed near the argonian. His target was obviously very suspicious of him, the argonian's hand on his weapon hilt. The dragon approached extremely slowly, so slow as to give the argonian pause and let his guard down. The argonian had never seen a dragon act like this before, as if the dragon was trying to sneak up on him despite being in clear view.

For a moment, there was a quiet standstill between the dragon and the Dovahkiin. Neither moved, waiting to see what the other would do. The argonian never broke eye contact, but the dragon did not flinch either.

Then, he struck. The dragon saw at this point it would take his target too long to retaliate, his prey became just comfortable enough with him. The argonian unsheathed his weapon and began to swing, but it was much too late. The dragon's expertise was rewarded with something no one else would believe without seeing for themselves.