So here's my funny Skyrim story of the day.
I was stalking somebody for a Dark Brotherhood assassination. My target was hanging around in the middle of town, lots of witnesses. So I killed some time, visited some shops, talked to some people. Finally night began to fall, and she starting moseying off towards her house. I followed her (not creepy at all), ready to take her out in the confines of her own home. She's literally ten steps from her door when behind me I hear three dreaded words from another NPC: "Everyone get inside!" And then I hear a dragon roar.
I literally shout "NOOOOOO!!!" at my TV screen as the dragon flies overhead, prompting my target to start running around town like a scared nincompoop along with all the other villagers. The dragon, unfortunately, starts terrorizing the opposite end of the town, so I have to go over and kill it, not able to let the dragon assassinate my target for me. After the dragon dies, literally everybody in the town (including my target) comes over and stands in a large group to gaze at the dragon corpse.
I facepalm.
After waiting several (game) hours, the crowd finally disperses. It looks like my target is finally going to head back to her hou- wait that's not the direction of her house. What are you doing. WHAT ARE YOU DOING! My target, at 2 in the morning, decides it's a prime time to chop some wood. Right next to a guard. Goddammit. Eventually I get tired of waiting, stab the woman in the face right in front of the guard, and get carted off to jail, where I proceed to escape and slaughter every guard in the village. I now have a huge bounty on my head if I ever return to that area of the world.
Moral of the story: Fuck dragons.