Time: 12:00 | Location: Dragonsreach, White Run | Weather: Heavy Snow Active Followers: None | Inactive Followers: None

A Dragon. You saw a Dragon.

In a matter of minutes, Helgen was reduced to ash and fire. Stone collapsed. Smoke swallowed the sky. You witnessed it all — the chaos, the destruction, the impossible truth that dragons have returned to Skyrim.

Somehow, you survived.

Your first instinct was simple: reach the nearest stronghold. Whiterun.

The guards at the gate listened to your words — breathless, urgent, undeniable — and after a brief exchange, they allowed you entry. Not out of fear, but out of caution. News like this cannot be ignored.

Now you stand within Dragonsreach.

Before you sits Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, regent of Whiterun. He studies you carefully — not dismissively, not skeptically — but with the calm assessment of a ruler who understands consequences.

The hall is quiet.

He gestures slightly, inviting you to speak.

Jarl Balgruuf: “Slow down. Tell me exactly what you saw.”