It was good fortune that the already renowned group were coming to Kynesgove. Jelo had been working there for a number of months, helping the Guard clear out a particularly annoying group of bandits. They were like rats- easy to kill, maybe, but ridiculously difficult to clear out completely. And in any case the men he was working with were clumsy with their swords. His father would've knocked some skill into these strange Nord men. In the inn, a few days back, a traveler from Ivarstead had come in telling wild tales of a group called the Dovafeyn, consisting of warriors and mages and thieves from all races, who had been formed to get rid of the growing dragon problem in Skyrim. Ever since that idiot of a Dovahkiin had decided to- reportedly- get completely pissed and fight a blood dragon bare naked armed with an iron dagger, getting himself killed, the country had been plagued with the beasts.
They were to arrive in about 10 days or so, and when they got there he would introduce himself and join the group. Jelo figured helping to kill a dragon would complete the Ra Gada rite of passage, surely. In any case he had never seen one of the beasts himself; even spotting a dragon would be amazing. Honestly, thinking about the Dovafeyn filled him with excitement. The wait would make him painfully impatient, but there wasn't else to do.