Flushed with the success from defeating a dragon single handily, or so the now Thane of Whiterun had informed the Jarl over the objections of his Housecarl, and after having, with only the bare essential limited support of a single guardsmen, drove off a second (some would say the dragon had merely not seen either, and flew off of its own accord but then they would be filthy liars!), the Dragonborn ventured off into the wilds in search of more prey.

Deep in the wilds the Dragonborn happened upon many travellers: traders, witchhunters, drunks, and many more all together on a desolate road. Fingers were raised, pointing to the south. “Dragon” the calls cried. The Dragonborn knew what must be done. He raised his bow aloft and fired a shot (now some would say that he did bring down the dragons attention upon his weary travellers when it had yet to notice them, but they would also be filthy liars!). The dragon was hit and swooped down to engage!
The Dragonborn jumped from cover to cover, being attacked by blue flame. He hurled arrows right back upon the beast. Although it happened to be at this moment when he did realise, that a mere 14 arrows was not going to do the trick and all those extra bows bring fired from half of Whiterun’s army was possibly the cause of the first’s quick demise; although he reminded himself he had done the lion’s share of the work.

Not to be outdone, the Dragonborn had a plan. It was crafty and cunning. He strolled into a nearby camp, inhabited by a giant and made him a deal. The Dragonborn being an honourable man always looking out for others and attempting to better them, offered to civilise the giant in return for a period of indentured servitude – since slavery isn’t allowed of course, and a deal on the latter term would be outrageous (some would make insidious suggestions that the Dragonborn in fact lured the poor creature into the fight, in an attempt to sacrifice its life in place of his own .. .they would of course be downright filthy liars.).

The giant did sortie from his home and did do battle with the beast. Club in one hand, balls in the other; he engaged the dragon every time it landed. The Dragonborn, the keen sighted archer that he is, strategically positioned himself (those above mentioned filthy liars would claim he hid in a pond!) and let loose with his arrows. This combined effort between the civilised and barbarian won the day as the beast was slain. Although the Dragonborn deserves full credit for engineering this amazing alliance, he was near enough literally stabbed in the back by the giant following the battle; however in recognition of his efforts, the Dragonborn pardoned the barbarian and spared his life (others would later claim after shooting the dragon in the back, swooping in to claim credit from what was rightly the giants victory over the dragon, the Dragonborn had in fact shot the giant with several arrows, and then fled from the scene when the giant came charging ... however, they would be of course damn filthy liars!).