2.2 The Lizard Mailboy

Being assigned the gracious job of the lizard messanger, I hurried to Whiterun to report the threat of a dragon attack to the Jarl! Along the way I encountered a wolf who tried to mangle me into scaly bits and a giant who fell from my impeccable ability to shoot arrows at knees. Needless to say, I'm a tough argonian. Continuing my quest with no time to spare, I located some bandits about 20 kilometers west to Whiterun and made a pit stop in Solitude to check the sights; which involved me witnessing an execution of man who had helped Ulfiric escape the city. The head rolling on the stone floor reminded me of my own execution; death is open to us all. Making my way back to Whiterun after taking a wagon back from Solitude, I noticed the very large tower which I assumed was where the Jarl was located: it was very much the landmark of Whiterun considering it was the only thing any adventurer could see over the walls. 

Approaching the gates, I was stopped by the guard who demanded what my intention were. Pleased with my answer about my dire news of the dragon, the guard humbly let me in. I did not expect the tension to be so high in Whiterun, I saw some Redguard get turned away from the city and saw a bloke with the surname Battleborn battering a blacksmith woman with demands of weapons. I stepped into each encounter curious to the conflicts: the redguards were searching for a young woman and the blacksmith woman, Adrianne, was being harassed to make weapons for the imperial supporting Battleborns. Without me even doing anything to cause a scene, events were unfolding around me; such is the natural order of life.

Following directions from numerous residents of Whiterun, I followed the steps into the mighty tower of Dragonsreach. Stepping into the grand halls and being rather proper, I rushed over to deliver the news to the Jarl when a dark elf held a sword to my throat demanding why I was there. Not a good impression I might add, I don't think I want to be friends with her. The Jarl was actually rather kind with this interruption and allowed me to speak, without fear of being impaled with a sword. I told him of the threat of the dragon and how I saw it with my own eyes at Helgen. He did not inquire as to why I was to be executed, but he urged me to follow and speak with his wizard to find more about this danger of dragons.

Even here in this more noble and populated city of Whiterun, the residents were kind and helpful people. No one paid mind I was an argonian and merely conversed with me when I wanted to talk. The Jarl himself was very understanding. Despite being a ruler and having every reason to dismiss me being in his palace, he allowed to talk freely and did not chastise me for being a prisoner of the imperials. Allowing myself to be a open with these people has not led to me being killed yet, so I'm guessing being talkative in this world is okay. I see Whiterun as a friendly city. Why? Because no one has of yet try to murder me.