A dragon...friend or foe?

"well you see mr. dragon..." la'saar said, understanding what the dragon said. "we were just camping, we didn't know this was your territory. well, tholim and i were just camping when these foolish druids showed up and started to attack us." la'saar explained.

He glares at the one who shocked him, sending a VERY light blast of Unrelenting Force.

"Fus, RO!"

He then looks to the reasonable one, not bothering with the others.

"Very well... what manner of races are you? My memory betrays me."

"I'm la'saar, an argonian, looking for my brothers of la'zaar and la'qaar." la'saar explained.

The god studies the lesser lizard-man for a moment, before huffing and turning his gaze to the hawk.

"Ahrk daar gein los Kaaz, waan Zu'u los viilut... Nid, feyfahliil."

"What did you say?"

"You are breton, yes? And, to be dov, you must be a child of Akatosh."

"I'm no Dragon, I'm one with nature a druid." I fly closer to the dragon and start to examine it.

Lets out a puff of smoke through his nostrils, clearly annoyed at this action

"I am no insect to examine, beylund. Stop this."

I fly back "I'm sorry, you dragons amaze me!" he does as he's told "Perhaps you can help us, a cult called "The Dawn of Wrath" wishes to kill us."

He mulls this over for a moment.

"Geh, I could... I am looking for my brother, Golonikah. From last I remember, they have captured him."

They captured a dragon? Yet, they can't even kill a simple argonian like me. hmmmm, something's amist here. la'saar philosiphied to himself.

So that was Tholim . . . But to think they captured a dragon. "In all my years I never thought I would see a dragon, much less speak to one. Quite an honor."

"You got that right, say, mr. dragon, who exactly are you?" la'saar asked. "I mean, i know you're a bad ass dragon and all, but where do you come from, or at least your name." la'saar asked with his 99% persuading skill.