I arrive back at dear Wintercold in the middle of the night, in the middle of a snow storm. I'm not even remotely surprised by this, as it's always a snowstorm here. I about to head up to the college when I hear a roar and the rush of wings.
Here we go again...
Two nearby guards leap into action, pulling out their bows and attacking the dragon. Considering I can't do any damage to the creature, even if I could see it amongst all the snow, I ready a healing spell and take shelter under the verandah of the local trader and keep the guards fighting fit as they are engulfed in flames. It's dark, and visibility is low, but the guards are pretty easy to keep track of when they're set ablaze.
I do have to dash out every now, holding up a magic ward to keep the flames away. The dragon unleashes a torrent of flames and my magicka reserves burn out. As he inhales for another blast I bolt across the snow like a frightened rabbit back under my verandah. Just in time too, as a sheet of flames obscures everything else from view. At least it's not cold anymore!
I manage to keep both guards alive without too much trouble and eventually the dragon is forced by it's injuries to land. Once it's on the ground they make short work of it, although I'm sure without me they would have been eaten.
I kid you not, the very moment the dragon slumps lifeless to the ground, that ungrateful guard whips out his torch, looks disdainfully at me over his shoulder and says "Go cast your fancy magic someplace else."
That's the last time I help a Nord! What a fetcher.
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