He turned then, walked down the road a bit more than saw the ancient stone structure that stood out up the mountain. He thought to himself, “Supposedly, one of the great burial borrows of dragon priest who used to serve the dragons long ago.”
His eyes closed, his thoughts continued, “Many believed the dead still served their ancient masters; both priests and dragons alike in those places.” There was a sudden whisper in that ancient tongue, “Fus” he thought he heard. It stirred his blood and sent a wave of belonging through him. He paused then thought, “I should be continuing my way back to Riverwood. The old abandoned mine had rumors that bandits were using it to collect the treasures they had gotten from travelers who had come along this road and been unfortunate enough to become their next victim.
