"Wait, Bjorn!"

"I agre. Teh knoledge hge mya posess..."

Bjorn turns his back to the argonian and stops walking.

"What, you Argonian."

"...I'm not alcoholic; I'm just... commited." He said this unconvincingly.

Bjorn looks at him... And expected the argonian to say something else. Then he would give out a *Sigh*

And walks back to the group, because he has nothing else to do.

Maramis snickers a bit

"Even if we wanted to, where do we even find this dragon?"

"Hmm. To narrow it down it has to be very secluded, as no joore could find him up to this point.

"Well we can't have any clues of where this dragon is... The Hooded man could've shown us where the dragon is, but you guys had go talking about killing him with a stone which led him to get the idea of killing himself."

"I regret nothing. How many more was he going to kill? Better one than... Akatosh knows how many."

Before the group could decide what to do, They heard fast footsteps running up the mountain. A bosmer, looking tired and afraid came across the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the group.

"What are you doing, just standing here!" he shouted, "Help me! He's out to get me! I kept telling him it wouldn't work, and now it didn't he's punishing me!"

His eyes went wide, and he stopped talking. Blood gulped out of his mouth. He fell forward, revealing a small figure in black robes behind him, carving runes into the body casually, as if he was taking a stroll.

"Drem yol lok," he said happily, "you don't mind me lending your friend for a moment, do you?"
He carved away cheerfully. "The name's Zul, by the way. Not to be confused with that weirdo of a Rot. Weird guy. But he is right. Or rather was, poor guy."

He looked up at the group, although they could not see his face. "The dragons are coming back once again. It's a cicle, don't you know the stories? Alduin lives, wakes up the dragons, yada yada yada."
He was done writing, and dropped the knife, a beautifully crafted ebony dagger. "Alright, see you later, guys."

Just like that, he was gone, as if he had disappeared in the shadows in the blink of an eye.

The text on the body read:

"Jo'tesh will begin translating" jo'tesh walks to the body and starts writing down the runes

"Did... He just that the Black Dragon still lives.. My god, this cannot be true."

Bjorn goes on his knee's praying for the Nine Divines to protect him.