John "Soap" MacTavish

Like an ordinary Archmage for the Jarl, Soap Jonathan went about his business: brewing potions from various herbs from all over Skyrim, or enchanting objects. While going about his business, he heard the door to the Jarl's castle, where he was also there, slamming harder than usual. "Mm?.." raising an eyebrow, he walked out with his hall, which was connected to the main ceremonial hall, where he sat and Jarl.

Skyrim! The year was 201, and throughout Skyrim, there were rumors that the dragons had woken up from an endless sleep, and struck Helgen, who burned the poor village to the ground, and whoever was there. Soap, as the court archmage of the Jarl of Whiterun, looked at this as an observer, but without telling anyone. However, he was unable to attend the execution, since the Jarl loaded him with work on scrolls and soul stones. While going through the papers, Jonathan found an old, dusty book about the dragonborn, which was last discussed several centuries ago. It’s clear that he had already read it, and kept it simply for collection.