Janius saw no reason to lie. [i]"It's not made up,"[/i] he said. [i]"Dragons are old, magical beings. There used to be a lot more around, but that's a long story. You sometimes hear them roaring or flying between the tall rocks in and around Skyrim. I believe it was before you were born that we last came to your village -- an aunt of Julan's, Sabine, she was just a girl when we brought her here to get help from the Hist. Sabine was the one who hunted and slew that dragon Julan is talking about."[/i]

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"She's telling the truth," Fendros remarked. "Ten years ago, a challenge like this would pit me against her in finding and shooting the first and largest deer in the area."

He rummaged through their belongings while he spoke and lifted his quiver of arrows and his bow, each made with yellow Dwemer metal. "We can get at least a round in before the next course. Who wants to shoot? Maybe one of the guests, first?" He peered to Ahnasha's family with an encouraging smile.