A massive dragon flies overhead, clutching an unseen item in its mighty claws, making a beeline for the elven Dup, who is standing in a field. Dup raises his bow, drawing back and preparing to launch an enchanted arrow at the dragon. The Dragon seems to glance at his surroundings, almost looking surprised, then increases his speed. Dup lets the arrow loose, and the projectile soars into the air, finally reaching its destination: The dragon's eye. The dragon roars in pain, and slowly begins plummeting to the earth. All too late, Dup realizes he shot the dragon down over a nearby village: Duppen Noggen, where he was born and raised. The dragon crashes into the village below and bursts, impossibly hot flames spewing from its shredded flesh. The village is reduced to ash in mere moments, but the greatest of Dup's heartaches comes when the dragon's charred claws loosen, revealing a metal tin with familiar designs painted on it; the tin his grandmother sent him cookies in every year. Only then did Dup recognize the dragon as Goren, a friendly dragon who lived in his grandmother's village, making various deliveries in exchange for food and shelter during Skyrim's brutal winters.
Dup slowly backs away before turning and hauling ass into the forest, muttering "Shit, shit, shit, shit," all the way.