Inside the walls of Whiterun I found a
bustling world of soldiers, children and merchants. Security in
Whiterun seemed of the utmost importance because there were guards posted at
nearly every corner muttering something about reports of dragons.
It was unfortunate, then, that I alerted them
all by accidentally slicing a child in the head. He shouldn't have scared me by
running into my view from the side, but I shouldn't have dropped a blade on the
little bugger's head. This law bending made it difficult for me to live a life in Whiterun, so I reloaded a previous save and freed myself of the criminal's
label.
I met the Jarl of Whiterun and his commander Irileth. She informed me of the reports of a nearby dragon and enlisted my help to see to its death. We rode out from Whiterun, seven in all, in search of the deadly dragon.