As I descended further down the bowel, I notice a breeze from ahead. Guess there is an escape after all.



Upon entering the cavern, I found two men, badly wounded but alive.



Instinctively, I ran over to the one nearest to me. He wore fancy armor of a Stormcloak, probably of high ranking.



Vincent: You alright? Can you stand?

???: Fuck...bastard got me good.



Vincent: Stay there, let me check on the other guy real quick.



Vincent: Hey! You good over there?

????: Ah...dammit...!

Vincent: Hold on, I'm heading over.





Vincent: Okay, never mind...



Vincent: Any last words you want me to pass on to your love ones?



???: I have a broken leg, I'm not dying you asshole!

Vincent: Oh, you're holding your stomach. I thought you got stab or something.

???: ...Any chance you got a potion on you? Any healing potion would do.



Vincent: In matter of fact I do! This is a bottle of Snow Elf's juice, contains the magical property of rejuvenation.



???: Oh, good! Give it here. We need to hurry and warn the town folks...

Vincent: Uh no. That's not how economy works.



???: Huh?! Economy?! Can't you see I'm fucking dying here!?

Vincent: But you told me you only have a broken leg.

???: Just shut up give me the fucking potion already!



???: I really thought that cave was going to be the last thing I saw.



???: Damn, that potion was really something, I feel like a new man! I would have been a goner without your help. I am in your debts.

Vincent: Hell yea you are.



Ralof: Anyway, I'm Ralof. My sister runs a mill in Riverwood. Whatever the cost of that potion was, I'm sure she can help you out.



Ralof: We're not in Stormcloak territory, so just let me handle the talking.



Ralof: Gerdur!



Gerdur: Brother, Mara's mercy!



Gerdur: What happen to you? I heard Ulfric was capture, surely I thought you...

Ralof: Gerdur, I'm fine. At least now I am.



Gerdur: And who is this, your comrade?



Vincent: No.

Ralof: No.



Gerdur: Anyway, lets talk somewhere else. This isn't a good place.



Gerdur: Hod, come here for a second.



Hod: Ralof, what are you doing here?!

Gerdur: Hod, just come down here.



Ralof: Where do I even begins... To starts, the rumors you heard of Ulfric were true, they ambush us outside of Darkwater Crossing...

Gerdur: ...Cowards...



Ralof: ...Capture...Chopping block..Ready....



?: Ah!



??: You've been stuffing those damn sweetrolls at night havan't you?



???: Stop fooling around you two.

??: But sis, I must avenge all those sweets she murdered to get this!



????: Just let them have their fun, not everyday the water is this nice.



Ralof: ...But...Dragon...Roar...Escape...

Gerdur: ...Live...Ulfric...?



?: Hold on...I think someone is eyeing us...





?: Let me try to communicate with this monkey.





Vincent: YES! I WOULD LOVE TO!



Gerdur: You would?! Oh thank you traveler. Whiterun is a half mile from here, keep north and you wouldn't be able to miss it.



Vincent: Wait what?



Gerdur: The Jarl need to be inform about the dragon. If you can that, Riverwood would be in your debt.



Hod: I would go myself, but I uh...have to take of the mill.



Ralof: They'll chop my head if I set foot in Whiterun so...



Vincent: Uh...



 

To be continue...