“I was attacked by a Blood Dragon just outside of Falkreath recently. To my shame, I did not attempt to best the beast in combat, but led it to Falkreath, so it could feast upon the citizens whilst I shot at it from afar. I got my comeuppance however when I lost sight of the dragon, and noticed its health bar begin to rapidly deteriorate. I rounded a corner to see the blacksmith, shirtless, punching the dragon to death. Once satisfied the dragon was dead, he simply looked at me, as if to say, “we know.”
A dragon Soul has never tasted so bitter.”
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oh my god