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Their bickering was silenced when out of the shack came a thunderous boom that shook the mountainside. The man they were once talking to was yelling and chanting, but in some incomprehensible language. Perhaps the same language that was on the wall.

After the ground finished rumbling, nothing happened. Baros looked at all of his comrades and said. "Do you think they're arguing, too?"

"No," Xavier said. "That was a summoning."

"Summoning of what?"

At that moment, the ground began to shake violently. The pile of rubble in front of the shack began to move, rocks began to tumble off the side of the pile and roll across the summit. They could see something was moving under it, something massive. A tail came swinging out of the rubble and loudly crashed onto the ground.

"What is that?!"

A set of wings removed what was left out of the rubble, and a head and long neck popped out of the rubble, pointing it at the sky and issuing forth a mighty roar that would have knocked weaker men off of their legs.

"Gods above!" Baros shrieked, grabbing his bow and taking aim.

It came crashing back down to the summit, using its wings for another set of legs. Its yellow, beady eyes focused on the group. Baros didn't fire yet, but the extremely frightened wood elf kept his arrow aimed to his face. It yawned and allowed the group to see its enormous rows of teath and tounge, as well as the origin of streams of fire and destruction that had ravaged the countryside of Skyrim just a year earlier

"Welcome, Hadhuns," He said. "I am Shrol, lord of this mountain."