[ who ] the dragonborn + open to all [ what ] finding out what's going on + offering his support [ where ] whiterun manor [ when ] the evening of the 23rd Day of Sun's Dusk, 4E 202. [ rating ] low. [ status ] open to all, in progress.
The appearance of this mysterious enchanted journal had made Ysmir suspicious, but red flags were raised once he'd talked to the people whom the mysterious handwriting belonged to. Something was amiss, and he knew it was his personal duty to tell these outlanders about the dangers they were facing. Stuffing the journal back into his pack, he mounted his horse. He urged her to ride quickly, and soon the pair were flying down the road towards Whiterun. He passed the Western Watchtower when he finally saw it. Settled near Honningbrew Meadery and a local farm was a large manor - one he'd never seen before now. It was as if it'd appeared there by magic. Slowing down, the High King brought his horse to a canter and dismounted, tying her off before approaching the front door. As he promised in the conversation he had minutes before, he knocked thrice on the wooden door leading inside. He was wearing a full set of armor, a sword sheath attached to his hip.
When the door was opened to him, he asked to come in after introducing himself as the man from the journal entry. Once invited, he bowed cordially before stepping inside and taking a look around. The building was sturdy, and built just like the other buildings that surrounded it. He stood in front of the hearth, contemplating on what he could possibly say to these confused people - he was as lost as they were. But, he actually belonged in this world. For now, they deserved to know what they were up against and he had plenty of survival tips to share - not to mention warnings of what awaited them outside these solid walls. Using a voice a little louder than he would in polite company, he called out to all the residents of this house. "Would everybody here please meet in the main hall?"