Little Italy

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Nah bro it's all good. Looking back I'm realizing how much Elle has changed from how I initially intended her to be XD

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Ayyy babe no sweat mine was too XD Who even cares it's just for fun anyway

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Elle paused when the guard tried to argue with her, turning around and clenching her fists with every intention of arguing when the second guard stepped in and diffused the situation. She relaxed again, watching the pair hurry off before looking up at Nil when he spoke with a shake of her head. His expression and tone were something she didn't really expect of him, but it put her more at ease."Think nothing of it. I owe you way more than that," she replied, tone much more gentle now. She was overreacting, she needed to get a grip on herself and figure out what the hell she was supposed to do next.

However, at the mention of food, she realized just how hungry she really was, her stomach growling to remind her that she had barely eaten anything all day. "I'll say," she agreed, following him at a brisk pace to keep up with his long strides. Although, what she really wanted was a drink, but that didn't seem like a very good idea at the moment, not with how unstable her emotions were. She needed food and rest so she could get her thoughts in order and make a plan. What concerned her most was the fact that she might part ways with her new companion, that with the knowledge of her new identity, that he would want nothing more to do with her. It seemed silly, but despite their various tiffs and rather different character, she had grown quite fond of him and was worried that he would be repulsed by her title and the undoubted dangers that would probably come with it.

She shook her head as they approached one of the stalls, the smell of food filling the air and temporarily banishing all other thoughts. She could worry about that after she was full and had had more time to absorb all the information that she had just been bombarded with.

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Elle moved in a manner that was automatic, so much going on in her head that she was barely aware of where she was going and that Nil was still at her side. She was feeling so many things at the moment, that it ended up feeling numb, and that showed on her face. So it was true. She was Dragonborn. Of all the people in the entirety of Tamriel, she felt that she was the most unlikely of candidates. The Dragonborn was supposed to be a mighty warrior, an epic and legendary figure that struck awe and fear into the hearts of all who opposed them and force the very dragons themselves to bend to their will. She was none of those things, could do none of those things. She avoided fighting when at all possible, and up until the past few days, hadn't had to deal with much more than a few wolves and some bandits. How was it that she came to possess such power?

Her trail of thought was interrupted when Nil spoke, jerking her back to reality. She stopped walking to turn and listen to him. What he was saying certainly made sense, and made her feel slightly better. He was right, who were they to tell her what to do? She owed these people nothing, this hadn't been her choice. She could very well just ignore the Greybeards and return to her life. She wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility, she would never be ready for it. But there was something in the back of her mind that was well aware that this was a turning point, a hugely pivotal moment, that everything would be different from now on. She just didn't realize how drastic that change would be, not yet anyway. Her uncertainty only grew the more her companion spoke, and that translated to her expression as she looked away and focused on rubbing some of the dirt off of her armor as she continued to listen.

However, they were promptly interrupted the the sharp order of a guard, and she quickly turned her head to watch the man approach and start bickering with Nil over the armor. The guard was clearly more concerned with the demi-prince and didn't pay Elle a second glance, which was fine with her, but she was growing angry with the fact that he had accused and attacked Nil, right after the half-mer had put his life on the line to slay a dragon that he didn't have to aid in killing. Technically, neither did she, but they both had anyway. She didn't interject, at first, but she had had enough, and with everything else she now had to worry about, this seemed a very petty thing.

"Sir," she snapped sharply, suddenly becoming aggressive, stepping in between Nilovas and the guard, "My friend here just helped defeat a dragon, and his armor was damaged in battle so they lent him what you see now. If you don't mind, we'll be on our way. Good day," she finished harshly, her tone extremely passive aggressive and quite stabbing before she turned and continued away. At this moment, she didn't have the patience to deal with something so small, and had absolutely no tolerance for Nil being treated that way. If not for him, she wouldn't have made it this far alive, that she was sure of. She didn't know what was going to happen now, what she should do, and she was sure Nil wouldn't want to deal with all of her Dragonborn drama, as much as she hated to admit it to herself.

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Ugh that was a lot of dialogue -.-

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Elle frowned and opened her mouth to protest, but sighed instead and dropped her arms to her side. "You're right," she admitted begrudgingly, "Let's get this over with." She pushed open the doors to Dragonsreach and walked across the wooden planks and up the stairs, skirting around the giant fire in the center of the room. "Good, you're finally here!" the steward, Proventus said to her, once again ignoring Nilovas, "The Jarl has been waiting for you." Elle nodded at him, her anxiety starting to increase as she approached Jarl Balgruuf, who was saying to a red haired warrior in hide armor, "You heard the summons. Who else could it be? The Greybeards..."

Upon seeing Elle, the warrior raised an eyebrow. "We were just talking about you," he stated, his accent thick, "My brother needs a word with you."

"So, what happened at the watch tower? Was the dragon there?" he demanded, directing his query toward the small Breton.

"Um, well," she said, wringing her hands, "The watchtower was destroyed, but we killed the dragon," she stated, deciding to leave out the fiasco that happened after the beast's death.

"I knew I could count on Irileth," he beamed, relief in his voice, "But, there must be more to it than that."

She looked over at Nil with a frown before admitting, "When the dragon died, I think- I think I absorbed some kind of power from it."

"So it's true! The Graybeards were really summoning you," he stated, a new look of interest in his eyes.

"The... Greybeards?" Elle tilted her head and furrowed her brow in confusion. As far as she knew, she hadn't received any summons from anyone. But then she remembered the shout that woke her up. She thought it had been in her head, but apparently everyone else had heard it too.

"Masters of the Way of the Voice," the jarl explained, "They live in seclusion high on the slopes of the throat of the world."

She assumed that this "Way of the Voice" was dragonspeak, so it made sense that they might somehow be involved in all this, but what she meant to them, she had absolutely no idea. "Whatever could the Greybeards want with me?" she asked, having a hard time believing any of this at the moment.

"The Dragonborn is said to be uniquely gifted in the voice - capable of using the souls of the dragons they slay to learn their language and harness their power without prior study," he replied, "If you really are Dragonborn, then they will want to speak to you."

"Didn't you hear that thundering on your way back to Whiterun? That was the Graybeards summoning you to High Hrothgar!" the jarl's brother exclaimed,"This hasn't happened in... centuries. Not since Tiber Septim himself was summoned from-"

"Hrongar, calm yourself!" Avenicci interjected, "What does any of this Nord nonsense have to do with our friend here? Capable as she may be, I don't see any sign of her being this 'Dragonborn'." Honestly, Elle was more inclined to agree with the grumpy steward on this one, but everything that the other two were saying made sense and fit with everything that had happened the past three days.

"Nord nonsense?" Hrongar repeated indignantly, "Why you puffed up- These are our sacred traditions that go back to the founding of the First Empire!" he argued.

"Hrongar," the jarl warned, "Don't be so hard on Avenicci."

"I meant no disrespect, of course," the steward defended, "It's just that..." he looked her up and down as if presented with a child wielding a wooden sword, "What do these Greybeards want with her?" She had to admit, she was wondering the exact same thing, but she didn't like the tone he used or the way he was looking at her. She may not seem like much, but he also seemed to have forgotten that she had just slain a dragon, and that irritated her.

"That's the Graybeards business, not ours," Jarl Balgruuf gave him a look before finally directing his attention back to Elle, "Whatever happened when you killed that dragon, it revealed something in you, and the Greybeards heard it," he stated, "If they think you're Dragonborn, who are we to argue?"

Elle stood quietly and listened in silent disbelief, casting glances over at Nil occasionally as the jarl continued, "You had better get up to High Hrothgar immediately, no one refuses the summons of the Graybeards. It's a tremendous honor. I envy you, you know. To climb the 7,000 steps again... I made the pilgrimage once, did you know that? High Hrothgar is a very peaceful place. Very... disconnected from the troubles of the world. I wonder that the Greybeards even know what's going on down here. They haven't seemed to care before." Here he paused, and shaking his head concluded, "No matter. Go to High Hrothgar. Learn what the Graybeards can teach you. You've done a great service for me and my city, Dragonborn. I name you Thane of Whiterun, the highest honor that is in my power to bestow. I assign you Lydia as a housecarl, and this weapon from my armory as a badge of honor. I'll also notify my guards of your new title. Wouldn't want them thinking you are part of the common rabble," he chuckled, "We are honored to have you as Thane of our city, Dragonborn," he nodded his head at her respectfully, then turned to Avenicci, "Now, back to business. We still have a city to defend."

Prevents bowed his head and replied, "Yes my lord."

For a moment, all Elle could do was stand there and stare blankly as she listened and was handed the gift. She resisted the urge to flinch every time he referred to her as 'Dragonborn', still not entirely sure what that title meant, or if it was something she even wanted or was ready to uphold. But, now quite overwhelmed and realizing that they had been dismissed, she turned and started shuffling back the way she had come.

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Bruh we got this. It's okay, I'll move through this next chunk so we'll finally be done with the intro and can do whatever we want XD

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Sorren nodded in agreement to Sparhawk's plan. Clearly he had this whole thing planned for a while and just needed the right sort of people to accompany him. He had certainly managed to find a rather motley crew in himself and Mira. Although, when he thought about it, it certainly made sense. They all had vastly different strengths and weaknesses, which would either mean that they would all balance each other out, or this whole expedition would be a train wreck. There was no in between. He looked over at Mira when the weasel spoke before nodding and looking to Sparhawk. "And on that note, what mode of transportation will we be taking? On foot, or could you manage to procure horses?" he asked.

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Bro I'm actually going to school to be a game developer and I would love to help with the art/coding/voice acting/character development portions or anywhere you wanna put me!