He thought to himself as he continued his walk towards the three standing stones, “What were the Thalmor doing in Riverwood area? What has happened to bring them so far south from their embassy north of Solitude, the capital hold of Skyrim?” He mused as he came upon the three standing stones; Thief, Mage, and Warrior and absently rested his hand on the Warrior Stone.
The stone began to vibrate upon his touch. There was a bright light that formed within its core that then shot to the heavens cracking with the power of something hidden within it. He was not totally surprised by this considering the Nords believe their fates could be changed by using one of the thirteen known standing stones found throughout Skyrim.
He stepped onto the road from the stone that had been formed when the three standing stones were created. Walked to just before Embershard Mine and saw the old Barrow far across the White River standing there outlining the sky with its carved statues from ancient times.
He turned, closed his eyes briefly and felt the hum of the stone. He felt it every time he was in the vicinity of this barrow, as if something inside it was calling out to him in some ancient tongue. He stood there with the winds blowing down, the water racing away towards Riverwood and beyond, and the barrow behind him.
He thought to himself, “It is said that it was once home of one of the ancient Dragon Priest that existed in the first era of that age, when Dragons still dotted the sky. They were said to have been sealed away for using the sacred fires of the priests of Kyne. It was also thought, that only one with voice of a Dragon could truly slay a Dragon Priest. “
He paused then, let the wind chill his exposed facial skin, thought, “A person speaking in the tongue of the ancient Dragons, it was supposedly something that had been done a long time ago, but it sounded like nonsense. I mean a human who can speak with the power of the Dragons of old, imagine that!”