Andrea
*Tia squeezed Tristan tightly to her side, hand going for one of the daggers sheathed at her hips.* "We need to go. Now." She quickly looked to the bartender, pointing to them.* "Does this inn have a basement?" *She demanded.* "If that thing is coming from the skies, we need to get low. As low as we possibly can."
Kelly
"We have a cellar." Vilod says, "It's where we brew our mead." 

Axe meets flesh, severing a head, it thumps as it falls into the basket, second in line was Kolgruf, he kneels at the block, the captain pushes his back further with her foot, and as the headsman raises his axe something flies by, an otherworldly roar, a dark shadow streaking across the ground... Is that a dragon?

"Looks like we should make our way down now." He says, axe in hand, "I don't want to be on the wrong end of whatever that is."
Ralph
"Gods above... Was that a dragon? I thought they were extinct, or at the very least in hiding. Astonishing."
Joseph
"Shor's beard... We need to warn them. The rest of Helgen needs to get moving now."

*Bromfing's tone couldn't have been rougher or harsher if he tried. He was dead serious with each and every word, reinforced by the grip on his staff as he began to leave the inn, shouting out to anyone outside.*

"People! A great danger is coming to Helgen! Run for cover and don't look away from the sky!"