Well that really ups the resale value. Thank you ass-dragon.

If Kharjo really were able to think at this point, he would probably say something like "So, you wanted to hunt vampires, no? Well why are we sitting here staring at drafting tables?" and I would say "SHUT UP I'M PLANNING!"

This house building thing is easier than I thought. There's a chest full of supplies to get me started. All I gotta do is go to the drafting table, select what I want to do, get the supplies from the chest and go to the carpenter's workbench, and instantly, I have a foundation. Wall supports. Walls. A roof. Yes, I had to make some nails and hinges and a lock, but its all done. Its all there. I turn around and HOLY SHIT I have a house! (Granted, I already have a few in other places, and yes, they're more spectacular than this little cottage, but bitches, I MADE THAT SHIT)

This isn't good enough for me. Kharjo sighs like Baxter does when he is sick of being petted. I figure out how to quarry stone from a nearby rock, mine clay, and start building more. MORE!

If I could purr, I would.

Unfortunately, I've run out of sawn logs. STUPID SAWN LOGS. I had to resort to internet searching to figure out what to do on this one. So I fast travel to a sawmill and start buying lumber. Kharjo is licking himself inappropriately by this point, I'd guess. I buy a bunch of sawn logs from the lumbermill from the mill in Riverwood.

I've got a decent start on my main hall, Kharjo looks like he's considering a return to the traveling Khajit merchants, and I'm looking pretty self-satisfied. Gotta get that main hall built that has bedrooms upstairs... then those adoptable kids will have a place to live. Kharjo looks at me in a way that conveys "If you hire me to be a nanny, I will kill myself with the enchanted ebony sword you have given me."

But kitty, you're so much nicer than J'Zargo. He is a total douche. He'd probably burn the children with spells.

Kharjo is about to get his wish. I go outside to the carpentry workbench, and then I hear it. The roar. The music. God damnit. I just wanted to finish my house, now there's a fucking DRAGON to deal with. 'Ancient dragon' lands directly in front of me like "bitch be building a house, can't you see there's a dragon to deal with here?" Kharjo happily obliges the dragon with a ferocious whomp with his warhammer. So fine. I'll bite. We fight ancient dragon with our warhammers (using Dragonrend shout to keep him grounded; I'm impatient, I have a house to build)

The dragon dies. We loot it. It decimates to a large dragon skeleton... DRAPED ACROSS MY FRONT LAWN. Son of a... that's a great housewarming gift! A giant skeleton to walk around in the front yard! And it's partially blocking the path. Wayward travelers will be walking all over my place. Fucking Hell.