Dear dragon of the Skyrim realm.
I have but one thing to say:
You're just a frightened coward,
who shall regret this day.
Waiting silently aloof,
amongst the clouds you hide.
As I emerge from Solitude's gates
stripped of everything but pride.
You see I just met this elf,
whom I entrusted my belongings to.
So I could sneak more easily into this party,
whilst diplomat host haven't a clue.
But to you that matters not,
as you come swooping from the heavens.
Only does my great disadvantage
as you reveal your presence.
You know it's awful rude and unsporting,
Seeing as my inventory holds neither armor, sword, nor buckler
to shield me from your fire breathing.
But worry not wretched beast.
I still have my wits about me.
And a few well spent points
in a little something called the magic talent tree.
So just outside the city's stables.
We share this epic battle.
Earning your soul as just reward,
and heavy bones to place upon my mantle.
So excuse the vulgarity,
but "Ha! Suck i