After a week of Galmar and Jorleif urging him to take a break, Ulfric finally relented and headed to Riften for its wilderness

Soon, he hears a dragon’s roar and goes to inspect, when he sees a brown dragon in the sky

An Elder Dragon. One of the tougher ones. Both him, as well as Galmar, who accompanied the Jarl, get their bows out, determined to slay the beast.

But when they go closer to the scene, they can now see you, jumping atop the snout of the landed dragon and finishing it with a heavy swing.

To make it even more unbelievable, the dragon falls and its corpse begins to crack and burn from within, as if something ancient is escaping. Glowing blue and orange wisps rise from the body—swirling like smoke caught in a storm, drawn to you, the lone warrior.

The energy circles you, pulsing with a strange rhythm, then sinks into your body with a deep, echoing hum. The air shimmers. The ground trembles slightly.

Ulfric‘s mouth is slightly agape, as well as the ones of his advisors. "Dovahkin…"