Andrea
*Tia looked terrified, a shiver running down her spine. But she took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. Looking down to Tristan, she forced a smile and cupped his cheek in her hand.* "Tris, go down into the cellar with the others here. Get to Whiterun and Grandpa and Grandma, okay? I'll join you as soon as I can."
Patrick
*Tristan was clearly terrified, but he nodded. He wrapped his arms tightly around Tia and whispered something to her before heading down to the cellar.*
Andrea
*Tia took a deep breath, before following Bromfing, pulling her bow from her back and nocking an arrow to the string.* "If you have cellars, get to them!" *She called out.* "Get as low as you can and leave this beast to those who can fight it!"
Kelly
Hellfire and brimstone rain from the skies, the roars of the dragon filling the skies with fire and hearts with dread. It lands on a tower, overlooking the execution it seems to glare directly at Liltja before shouting once more, breathing fire across the area. The Imperial Legion tries to fight back but is overtly powerless against this foe, a dragon covered in spikes and ink-black scales.
Micah
Thankfully during all the commotion he managed to not get his head chopped off. He makes a run for it, jumping through the window of the inn and taking cover behind a wall before the dragon could incinerate him, his heart racing, he manages to take a breather. His hands are tied behind his back and his mouth is gagged
Ralph
He conjures a bound dagger and removes Kolgruf's bindings, "There you go lad, should be a lot better. Wonder why they gagged you."
Micah
"It's cause I trained with the Greybeards. I can use The Voice." He says, taking a hidden dagger from his boot, "Praise Talos, they didn't find it." He looks at Liltja, "You, girl. You a Gray-Mane? Not many people have hair like ours."
Joseph
*Bromfing ran forward from the inn, his staff pointed to the skies and channeling magicka through its end. From its frozen head sprung a wave of magic, forming a transparent bubble around him, Kolgruf, Liltja, and Haliochtus. The dragon's breath vanished the moment it contacted the sphere, dissipating and skirting around it. Not an inch of ground or skin or wood within the bubble had been ignited, and those magically gifted would find themselves cut off from their spells.*

"Strong flames, very strong flames... Warding against the dragon's breath will be treacherous, but I shall do my best to hold it back. Regardless, we must move. Soon."