Brynjar scanned the burning cell, looking for his sword. He found the blade on the table, surrounded by the flames he had made. He walked over to the table and grabbed the steeled weapon before he walked out of the cell. He turned, running his hands on every cell door that locked a soldier behind it. The bars melted away and the soldiers ran out one by one, but kept their distance from the dragon himself. Brynjar stopped walking and he turned to the soldiers behind him.
“Which one was next to me?” Brynjar asked.
A soldier smaller than Brynjar approached the front. Everybody in the group was Dragonborn. The small soldier stood there, waiting for Brynjar to make the next call. He hissed from the heat that radiated off of the Jarl’s body.
“I need you to take the other
