Yeah, that dragon bug sort of defeated the whole underlying mythos of the game. Anyway, I feel as though I've done Skyrim for now. I completed the main quests, my kids and the dog are safely in my lake view home, watched over by Shadowmere and me steward, and the the Hero may rest on her laurels getting fat on venison stew and mead and boring the neighbours with endless stories about the time she single-handedly saved Skyrim.
Edited by hagatha (01/09/17 12:28 PM)
No fancy-pantsy Elven dagger-twirlers. Just tough guys.