"I never ended up fighting one myself. I saw a few flying in the distance during my time in Skyrim, but never up close." Lorag remarked to Fendros. "Still, I was around at the time. Honestly, I don't know how many people fought the dragons and lived; or at least lived and learned anything useful. Imperials and Stormcloaks both were completely unprepared for something like that. General Tullius gave us orders for what to do if we were ever attacked by one on a patrol, but I never had to follow them."

Ahnasha tilted her head somewhat towards Lorag. "The Legion actually gave you orders for what to do against a dragon? What were they?"

"Retreat." Lorag answered abruptly. "Of course, that didn't satisfy Do'rhajul. He came up with his own plan for his men. If we were ever forced to fight a dragon, we'd probably have to scatter out of formation. If we had mages, or something else that could hold up against a dragon's fire, we could stay in formation and attack in volleys of arrows, but otherwise, a formation would be useless. It would just group us all together to be burned at once. Best to keep everyone scattered and hit it from every angle we could. Do'rhajul had us drill how to follow orders out of formation. After that, or orders were to target the wings with everything we had. Going for the head, or something else we think of as vulnerable, would probably just be worthless as long as the thing could still fly. But, if we tore up those wings, we'd force it to ground. Then, he figured, we'd actually get the advantage. If we were desperate, it would let us swarm all over it from all sides, but that would definitely get people killed before someone could land the killing blow. Instead, we'd use the environment as cover and just keep pelting it at a distance from all sides, and duck back into cover whenever it looks at us. Just keep hitting it at range until it bleeds out. Sounded like a plan, but we never tested it. I got forced out of the Legion, of course, and I think the Dragonborn ended up killin' Alduin not all that long after. Dragon attacks fell off after that. Some eventually ended up leaving Skyrim, like the one Cyrus is after."

Kaleeth gave a sigh, frustrated in equal parts at the situation, and the man they were trying to find. It was as if he was trying to make their lives as difficult as possible by placing himself in absurd danger. "If only we could just figure out a way to tell the Dragonborn that there's a dragon and let him kill it. From the stories I heard, he could do it almost easily, using their shouts against them. Isn't he the only one that can use shouts that isn't a dragon?" 

Meesei shook her head. "Not quite. The Thu'um is a skill that can be learned and trained, like any other. Regardless, I do not think the Dragonborn travels the world hunting dragons. Not now, at least. He lives the life of a hero in Skyrim, and while I am sure he would be willing to try to save the world again, I doubt he would trust us, given what we are. And it is too risky to bring unnecessary attention to what we are trying to do here. Vile, obviously, cannot be allowed to learn of our ultimate goal. There are no shortage of civil war veterans and other old warriors in our clans that might have more experience with dragons, so I will see if I can have Saras discretely see if he can find anyone to help."