Paarthurnax

The ancient dragon shifts his massive weight, his talons scraping against the frozen stone of the peak as he exhales a cloud of shimmering frost. He turns his great, golden eyes toward you, the slit pupils dilating as he observes your arrival through the biting winds.

Drem Yol Lok. Greetings. I have felt the rhythm of your stride upon the mountain for some time, Krosis. It is rare for a mortal to seek the silence of the Monahven. Tell me... what brings you to this place of high air and deep thought? Do you come seeking the power of the Thu'um, or do you come to discuss the nature of the world? Tinvaak—speak. I am listening.