"I can’t see anything out here!"
I conjured up another mage light and watched it blossom into a soft luminescent ball a couple of feet above me. “Do you guys see any where that is suitable for us to make camp?”
"Not here," replied Rayya, shaking her head. "We would be at the mercy of the elements. We need to find a cave or something large enough to provide some cover from the snow."
We had left Dawnstar early in the morning, but half into the day a sudden snow storm hit us covering the road and all markers. It was night now, but the blizzard continued. I had no idea where we were anymore.
"Did you hear that?" said Teldryn suddenly.
We stopped and listened intently. After a few seconds, a long wail cut through the gale of the storm.
"That sound! Did you hear it?"
We all nodded. “How far do you think it is?” asked Rayya quietly, as if not to rouse anything else around us.
"I can’t tell," said Teldryn. "The wind is making it difficult to hear."
The wail grew louder. “I think we better try to find some cover…quick,” said Marcurio.
Without a word, we picked up the pace and trudged across the open area as quickly as we could move our snow-laden boots, keeping our eyes out for some place to hide.
"It would be easier if we could see!" Marcurio shouted. As if in response to his wish, a large blast of fire streamed down from just above us, lighting up the area for several feet around.
"DRAGON!" I shouted, throwing down my pack and managing to send a fireball back up into the heavens. The dragon was almost imperceptible in the night sky, only a large dark mass moving deftly above us.
We stood still and waited as the creature circled around, listening as best we could for any sign that it was near. Suddenly a torrent of fire came raining down towards us. We scattered in time as the flames hit the cold ground. What little visibility we had was completely obscured as steam rose up all around us.
"Do not worry! We are here to help!" someone called out nearby. A moment later, a barrage of shouts could be heard as the dragon touched down to the ground.
I followed the shouts blindly over a low embankment, nearly running into Rayya, until we came to a clearing . The dragon buffeted its leathery wings against the flurry of arrows that came from the small band of Khajiit traders that had come to our aid. Marcurio and Teldryn had arrived seconds before we did and were already lobbing fireballs at the creature.
The Khajiits’ keen eyesight gave us the advantage we needed, and soon the dragon succumbed to its death. The carcass glowed a deep red as its thick hide was sloughed off the bones, then burst into flames and reduced to ashes.
"I did not think this was possible!" gasped one of the Khajiits as he watched the dragon’s soul swirl around me in a golden display of light.
When it was done, I turned to see the Khajiits staring at me, unblinking and in disbelief. “This one thought it was only a fairy tale,” one of them murmured. “This one was wrong.” Then, remembering his manners, he added, “You and your friends must come with us to our humble camp. Stay, and warm yourselves by the fire for the night.”
We followed the Khajiits back to their small camp where they served us a delicious stew and warm bread. We told stories and sang songs around the fire. Even Teldryn took out his flute and played us a couple of songs - something I was surprised to witness. Their hospitality was like none that I had ever experienced in my travels…it was, by far, the best night I had spent in a long time.