[ EU ] After saving Skyrim from numerous threats over the years , the Dragonborn final succumbs to death . Now all those to whom the Dragonborn had promised his soul to after death has come to collect .

It was only the first night that The Dragonborn had laid in the catacombs, when he decided to collect the soul. The guards were all sleeping on the job, better for him, and all the flames were doused, which made no difference to a Khajit. 
 
 The Dragonsborn's body rested easy on the slab of concrete, with so many candles nearby that the wax was beginning to soak into his robes. 
 
 `` An arrow to the knee,'' the thief said, `` such a shame.'' 
 
 He pulled out his black soul gem, a special hulking rock the size of his forearm, and with an expert touch, he began to suck the soul away from The Dragonborns body. 
 
 `` Still just as dead.'' he mused. 
 
 Back outside, the thief met up with his old friend on the stairway to Dragonsreach. Old Crippled Brenuin slowly sipped a glass of water, grumbling to himself. 
 
 `` Brenuin my old friend! How are you?'' 
 
 `` Cold. Tired. Old. Things get harder when you become an old man, you know?'' 
 
 `` Sure.'' he responded. 
 
 `` Someday you'll get to my age, and you will know what it's like to feel aches on your fingertips.'' said Brenuin. 
 
 `` I hope so! Mai'q the Liar shall openly welcome death, once heroes stop coming to Tamriel. To the Dragonborn!'' 
 
 `` Does that mean you're going to buy me some ale?''
