Dei'Mia just looked at the lizzard and didn't trust him for a minute at what he was saying.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Oh, is that so?  Then I'll think about it when, or even if I see this so called old man.”</span>she said to him taking her first drink of the wine that was brought to her by the barmaid.  That one drink was all she got before the horn sounded announcing the arrival of the carts containing the prisoners to be executed.  She couldn't help but laugh a bit when apparently one of the people tried to run.  Apparently these nords and imperials did have the guts to kill some of their own criminals.<br/><br/>That didn't last long though, as there was suddenly some very different sounds, silence.  Was heard from outside.  It followed after a thunder like sound from the mountains.  Strange, but didn't really matter, she turned her attention to the stew she was eating.  No real reason she had to continue watching the execution.  The sound occurred again though, much closer, and it actually sent chills down her spine, sounded like a roar of some kind.<br/><br/>A moment later, it sounded like the forces of Oblivion had been released on the world.  Everything was chaos.<span style="color: DarkRed">"What in Oblivion...”</span>she began, having already dropped her drink and stew at be beginning of the troubles, but she never got to finish that statement as the wall of the inn basically exploded inwards, and sent the Altmer tumbling over the furniture.  She lay there on the floor for a moment, dazed.  Her mind trying to piece together what had happened in that instant while she could not see strait.  Though when she looked to the side she watched as one of the ceiling beams fell ontop of the young barmaid.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed">'Poor Girl'</span></i>she didn't even realize that part of the floor above had fallen on her, and pinned her back against her helmet.  She was groaning from her position when she heard the voice of someone yelling.  Her head swiveled to where the voice was coming from.  It was from a dark shadow in the blazing inn.  The Dunmer.  Dei'Mia finally began coming back to her senses then and pushing the debris off of her, and retrieved her helmet.  It was an automatic action as she slid the helmet onto her head, and looked for the golden metal of her gloves.  While her eyes roved around, she glanced out the front hole in the wall and saw the beast, the dragon, clinging to one of the watchtowers and trying to roast whoever was inside.  A cold chill ran throughout her body, fear, at the sight of one of the monsters of legend.  Her search for her gauntlets got more frantic.<br/><br/>Everyone else began filtering out of the inn by the time she found both gauntlets, and slid them onto her hands.  Though, as she was heading for the back exit, she heard someone's cries from near the bar.  It couldn't be the barmaid, she was sure the girl was dead.  The sounds were coming from under a piece of the second floor against the side of the bar... and it sounded like a kid...<span style="color: DarkRed">“The bar owner's son...”</span>she thought and immediately ran to the pile of debris without thinking.  Using all the strength she could, she dug through the shattered and burning wood to find the boy laying there in the pile, some of his cloths burning.<br/><br/>Dei'Mia had to save the boy.  Most people might think the elf was a bad person from her attitude, but she wasn't at heart.  Quickly, she pulled the boy from under the debris to pick him up and run after the others out the back of the in.  The boy was lucky, it looked like the bar itself catching half of the piece of floor had saved him.  And she had heard the boy crying.  That would be the first thing people saw of the golden armored elf was her cradling the young boy in her arms while following after the Dunmer and the elf.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">“Yes... I think that was... A dragon... By the Devines... A Dragon?!”</span>The fear was evident in the elf's voice as she spoke to the mage girl.  At the sight of the soldiers, the Elf began moving towards them with the others in the group.  “I need a medic, the boy is burnt, but still alive!”  she called.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>