A descendant of a former Blade, and a member of an Akaviri Dragon Hunter Clan, Hiko Tanzaki did what he did best; He showed off his swordsmanship. “The Blades aren’t even around anymore,” he told himself. Thinking this, he simply applied himself to mercenary work around Whiterun when in need of extra cash; slaying bandits, trolls and giants, procuring materials, and whatever else the Jarl asked of him.
While he kept his lineage a secret, his skill with the blade was well known. His name has simply escaped the radar due to his… “persuasion” of his clientele. As carefree as he is, even he is aware of the threat of the Aldmeri to anyone connected to the Blades.
"Sigh… my ancestors were dragon hunters and guards of the emperor… and all I get to do is busy work in a boring town like Whiterun. At least Hulda’s usually got interesting things going on at her tavern."
Little did he know, his thoughts would be heard by the heavens.
One night at The Bannered Mare, a guard comes running in, shouting with haggard breaths. “I-I JUST SAW, NO I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DRINK, JUST LISTEN. I JUST SAW *HUFF* A DRAGON OUT BY THE WESTERN WATCHTOWER! LOOK, SAADIA, I DON’T WANT ANYTHING, STOP INTERRUPTING ME. IT WAS JUST FLYING AROUND WHEN I LEFT, BUT THERE’S NO TELLING WHAT COULD HAPPEN!”
Hiko’s heart lights up at the mention of the beast.
"Wait, are you SURE you saw a dragon!" He can hardly contain his excitement.
The guard turns and looks him in the eye, “What, don’t tell me you plan on slaying it or anything…”
Hiko simply smiles and sits at the bar, “Hulda, if I bring that thing down, you owe me a room for the next 30 moons.”
She stares back in disbelief, then lets out a quick chuckle, “If I hear anything about you slaying dragons, then I’ll go ahead and let you keep the room till you die. Though, if you’re serious about this whole dragon business, that shouldn’t be too long!”
The Bannered Mare erupts into laughter, but Hiko’s unfazed.
"That’s fine by me. But remember, you said it, not me!"
