“R-really?” Felix doesn’t know if he sounds shocked or gleeful. A dragon who’s willing to talk rather than slay people is every boyhood dream come to life and staring at him. Well, and maybe if Martin Septim were to suddenly appear arm in arm with the Champion of Cyrodiil.

“Thank you,” he manages. “As- as Jim says, we are beyond fortunate. I’m certain we’ll have no end of questions to ask.” Although first-first he needs to find all the others and tell them not to get upset when they see this creature perched at the edge of the wedding party...