'Good idea..Laas!' he whispers to check for any other auras in the area

'Wait. Do you hear that?'

*A low growl is heard*

'Damn. What is that? There aren't any Dragons here.'

'get down!' he whispered. 'It's a werewolf' he draws Volendrung

'Wait! Put down you weapon!'

'That is not a werewolf.' A small Drake trots in front. 'An infant. Where did you come from?'

It stumbled back in fear and growled again. Only this time it came out as a 'squeak.'

'The mother must have been that growl. If it is the mother then this Drake is being revived as we speak!'

he sheathes Volendrung 'How strange that its aura takes the form of a werewolf.'

Short, lanky Kajhiit enters the building. She removes the cowl covering her face to unleash a head of red, matted hair. Randomly intrudes of conversation. 'Dragons eh? I'm a dovahkiin so is it okay if I help?' she extends her hand in hopes of a handshake, 'I'm Lokraan'

Sauriil shakes her hand, 'Hello. Now, do you know anything of this legend I speak of? The Drake?'

'Or better yet, how did you find the entrance here?'

Cocks her head and smiles. 'Cause I'm 50 Shades of Special and I have a bad sense of curiousity'. She paces back and forth. 'No, I know nothing of the legend'

'Interesting.

Many do not visit here,

and now what was silence now rising to roars.

Alas, such roars fall on deaf ears,

as Skyrim's people are preoccupied with razing wars.

*ahem* anyway, it is interesting finding another here.'

(I don't know, speaking in poetry kinda seemed appropriate.)

'If you know not of the legend, you can still stop it. Do you have the knowledge of all the Dragon Shouts, like me?' Sauriil chuckles, 'I have created a few myself, as well. Now, let's get moving.'

Sauriil walks toward the heart of the Drake. 'The journey would be a week's at the least; we need not waste time.'

A warcry is heard, 'I smell weakness!' A dremora charges at the trio.