"That was a bit of a pain in the ass," Ena mutters, kicking the dead vampire. "Anything interesting in that book?"
"There's a fairly decent chance if you hang out around the cities enough. Ironically, the roads are comparatively safe."
"It doesn't make much sense to attack cities over travelers, unless the goal is terror or to hurt as many as possible as quickly as possible."
"We honestly have no idea what the dragons are aiming for, but that sounds as likely as anything. Probably also depends on why they're even returning in the first place."
"I think my sister was once stupid enough to try holding a conversation with one. In the dragon tongue, too, though who knows where she learned that. It tried to set her on fire."
"She very successfully then killed it! I think her problem is that most of her stupid ideas don't have long-term negative effects."
"One of these days she's going to do something astoundingly stupid and end up getting herself killed."
"Fist-fighting a dragon. Trying to ride a dragon. Attempting to capture a dragon. Getting mixed up in daedric turf wars, probably via objecting to the concept of the daedric princes. I have full faith and confidence in my sister's ability to escalate."
"Hopefully she'll get herself incapacitated or so thoroughly mixed up with dragons she won't get in our way."
"She'll probably be reluctant to outright fight me, she's sentimental like that, so."
"Definitely. Though I'm not sure she'd hesitate if she thought it was important for the world or something."
Shrug. "It's also been a while since we've lived together, the mission we found you on was supposed to be us getting back together like old times. I might not know her as well as I used to."