Drexyl Ebon-Wind
Drexyl was only a short distance from his destination. Soon he would arrive at Shearpoint and would be graced with the sight of seeing the rebirth of a dragon. He could feel his heart racing with the thought and was put into a temporary state of pure excitement. This excitement was short lived, however, as a spectral steed blazed past him, causing his horse to panic and turn from its intended destination but that was quickly corrected as Drexyl yanked hard on the reigns and managed to get the horse back on the right path. At first it appeared to be nothing, just a careless mage. However, there was a feeling of unease in his stomach as he noted the direction of the rider and rushed towards his destination.
As he came up to the side of shearpoint, and began his way towards the mound, a strange sense of energy overcame him. This was magic, and powerful magic at that. He stopped his horse near the base of the mountain and made his way up towards the top. As he approached, he saw the man before him and he was near the burial mound, casting some kind of spell. What was this? He felt the flames building up underneath his fingertips as his hand curled into a fist. He recognized the mage, it was the very same one from the inn that the Khajit attempted to steal from. Seeing his parlor tricks there, he simply assumed this man was a jester but now he saw him in a different light but what was he doing here? Drexyl snuck up behind him and hid behind a boulder, watching and waiting to see what he would do. If the man sought to harm the dragon god, he would destroy this man but he had to be sure.