The Dread Father seems to enjoy placing challenges in the path of His faithful. As I stalk my prey through the town, waiting for an opportune moment to strike while whispering His name in the ear of my mark, an outcry is heard from a lookout. "Dragon!". I barely have time to register my prey's cry of fear before the dragon lands in the square before me, releasing a fearsome roar and a blast of flame. The battle swept across the entire town, but in the end I walked away bearing dragonbones, a dragonsoul and a little trophy from my original prey that I found hiding in a small cabin.
There's greater predators in Skyrim than the Dragons. The Dovahkiin Listener stalks these mountains, for the Dread Father Sithis!
Fr srs. I'm stabbing dragons in the face with daggers. This is by far the most batshit insane game I have ever played.