"You take the fun out of everything!" Makor yelled.

'Wait. Where is Mogrul. He left but didn't come back?'

"Mogrul left because I told him to. It isn't safe."

"I don't have a choice?" Where has my life gone onto now? But maybe...just maybe...

'No maybe's. And I release you from our connection. You shouldn't understand dragon language now. So Dinok and I can talk in secret.'

"No fair! I can't use my translator?" Just kidding. Ignore this part now!

"Okay. I'll...I'll go. I don't know where this will lead me, or who you two are, but I will go. Just don't expect me to be the most chivalrous."

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'Just to be fair. If you aren't chivalrous then there will be consequences.' I say. 'Now enough fooling. Let us take our leave.'

I pick up the Orb and hop onto Draalfahdrem, 'Kolos wah borii, Dovahkiin?'

'Faareyth.'

(Also, for story purposes it might be a good idea to not use the translator, epic AKH. You know to make it interesting.)

Before leaving, he looked back to where he first encountered the strange Dragonborn. Where he lost his last memory of the peace of his home. He turned back around and followed Saurill.

As we flew through the vast sea that Summerset was plopped onto I thought about all that was going on. Dovahthur. This Aksel. And the darkness inside Dinok.

Dinok. Dovahthur. Something was odd about the both of them. Like they were the same person.

Aksel interrupted his thoughts. "So...what's the orb for? Are those to stop this Dovahthur?"

Not being in the mood to explain I say, 'I'll let Dinok explain.'

"Well, that seems easy. Oh: are you going to reward me or anything like that?"