Hunting Dragons For Fun And... Fun

I wouldn't have thought I'd be glad to return to Whiterun, but it's a relief to get back here now that I own Breezehome.  It's certainly more pleasant here than in Windhelm.  I've just come from the home of the so-called "high king", that rebel Ulfric Stormcloak.  What a miserable hovel.  It's cold, dark and perpetually snowy there, and the stony streets are like a maze.  I have no great love for the Dunmer, but after seeing how they are treated in Windhelm I'd be glad to call them my friends.  Nearly every city guard I met looked askance at the Imperial armor I wore.  I'll be glad to be rid of it, in truth, but I've yet to find any suitable replacement.

I am willing enough to go along with Delphine's plan, but before I seek out the Thalmor embassy I think it would be wise to increase my knowledge of my dragonborn powers.  To that end I decided to follow a rumor I'd heard that there was a dragon sighted at Bonestrewn Crag, not far from Kynesgrove where Delphine and I had fought together.  Lydia and I made our way to the crag without much trouble and found the rumor true.  This dragon was not quite so easy to manage with only the two of us against it, and our battle was made more challenging by the presence of some necromancers nearby who chose that moment to attack Lydia.  But in the end the dragon succumbed.

Laden with dragon bones and hide, we set off for the nearest town, Windhelm.  As I've said, it's an unpleasant place.  The Dunmer who settled there after the Red Mountain exploded are forced to live in a miserable slum and harrassed by the Nords.  It's little wonder that the people there are so mean-spirited and petty when they are led by that blustering coward Ulfric and must spend all their days in such a wretched place.  I could hardly take pity even on the woman who kept trying to tell me about losing her daughter, and I scarcely care that someone has been murdering women there.  Perhaps if all the women die there will be no more Nords to populate the place and it will become a ruin like the many abandoned forts I've seen here.

My only satisfying moment in Windhelm was giving one big-mouthed Nord a good beating after he wagered me 200 septims that he could best me in a fistfight.  He was making derogatory remarks about the Dunmer and made the mistake of challenging me when I told him I didn't like his attitude.  The Nords are all half-mad from the cold, I think; as soon as I'd beaten him black and blue, he behaved as if I was his dearest friend.

I've yet to decide what avenue of adventure to pursue next.  I've heard a fair number of rumors, some of them worth investigating.  Since I spent most of my gold on the house, I could use a few more septims to get more furnishings.  I shall have to seek out more dragons.  Last time I was in Riverwood I saw one flying overhead but couldn't tell where it went. But I think I'll seek out some new territory.  I've spent enough time in Riverwood.