Another happy ending.

Just have to hand off the stone and get their repayment, and then they'll be good for a happy after as well...

Glint knows just how to put a bit of pep back in her step after a long day of travel.

Part of what she's here for. 

The odd woman is back with the wizard when they arrive in Dragonsreach - and she takes point on initially examining the stone and questioning Elerki about the barrow it was found in while Glint hits up the wizard for potions and ingredients. 

Bandits, undead, puzzle lock, more undead. Carvings on the tomb walls.

Hmmm... Does she remember anything about the carvings? 

They were... representational. Scenes of battle. Men fighting other men. And dragons.

No writing?

...Not through most of the tomb. There was one wall with words, in the final room.

"I might have to make my own expedition out there before the barrow resets... I can interpret most of this on my own but seeing it in its original context might help if I get stuck..."

"You recognize the script?"

"Yes. This is the dragon language - Dovrahvun. The Nords in the Merethic Era used it as a sacred as well a courtly language; inscriptions are common in the oldest tombs, especially any with a dragon priest interred in them." Her voice is briefly gutteral on 'dovrahvun,' a harsh noise not at all unlike what Elerki heard whispering from the wall. 

"Dragon languages and dragon priests. Fuck," she mutters.

" - Something wrong?"

"Yeah, too many godsdamned dragons in my life right now, that's what's wrong."

She opens her mouth to say something - 

And there's a distant, suspiciously roar-like sound from outside, followed very quickly by guards rushing out. 

"Oh, fuck me."

...Sigh.

"Will you fight a dragon to protect Whiterun?"

"I'll fight a dragon to keep from being burned alive."

"Running toward it might put you at higher risk than running away, then."

"I doubt I'd make it to the gates in time."

"With any luck, we'll stop it outside the gates."

"That'd take a lot of luck."

"We know it's coming - we'll try."

"And it sounds like they're mustering."