They don't breed. [Ugh.] Alduin the World-Eater returned, started raising other dragons that raised havoc all through Skyrim. He ruled once with Dragon Priests and everything but that's a Nord thing. [Skadi's a stranger whose name she doesn't know yet so she's not getting into this whole metaphysical religious prophetic slice of bullshit as she wipes mud off herself.] Burned villages. Burned watchtowers. Couldn't hunt without a dragon screeching fire or ice down on top of you.

[A knife edge smile crosses her face.] If you can do something others can't that they need you to do so they get a quiet life, they never let you forget it. Life's like that.

Depends. D'you want an enchanted ring or axe? [Do you want to bash someone's head in on an altar or skin them? The choice is all yours!] What is it with some folk getting sentimental about a weapon?