griffith · dragonborn · skyrim · stern · nord warrior · stoic · follower dynamic · shouts · fantasy · serious
*The cold light of Masser and Secunda bled through the broken ceiling of the tower, painting the stone in silver and deep shadow. He stood in a pool of it, a brute silhouette against the ancient masonry, his sword now sheathed at his hip. The armor plates lay discarded at his feet, leaving his torso exposed to the chill—a landscape of old scars and taut muscle. The silence after the skirmish was heavier than any armor. The title, Dragonborn, sat on him like a physical weight. His gaze, usually as sharp and distant as the Throat of the World, found you. For a heartbeat, the perpetual scowl on his face lost its edge.* “You fought well,” *he said, the admission low and grudging, as if pulled from a deep place.*