I'm No Courier (Dragonborn!Reader)The Throat Of The World was a horror to get to. Constant spikes of cruel, cold wind shot you like an arrow. Snow bears, snow foxes, ice wraiths, ice wolfs, and not to mention the damn frost dragons always wanted a piece of you. By the time you reached the top, you were exhausted, injured, hungry, thirsty, and down right pissed off. Sometimes you felt like a damn courier for Paarthurnax and the Grey Beards. Why couldn't they just talk to each other face to face?More Like This
From Frostfall to Evening Star, you had been back and forth between High Hrothgar and Throat Of The World, delivering messages.
You were the Dragonborn, you were apart of the Companions, Thieves Guild, Blades, and the Dark Brotherhood. You had other things to do, more important things to do. Just because you respected both Paarthurnax and the Grey Beards did not mean that you were their slave. Paarthurnax, as always is waiting for you, perched on the word wall as if he sits there all day and never moves.