'A dragon? Paarthunaax! A yes, he is a close friend of mine. You are a Greybeard in training I presume?' I walk towards him, 'Do I know you? What is your name, child?'

"No, He's not Paarthurnax. But he is a dragon, and I'm not a greybeard. Oh, and my name is Zork."

'My name is Sauriil Adorin, if I know I can trust you, I will explain why my eyes are like . . .this. And there is another dragon here on Monahven? He does not happen to still believe in Alduin's way does he? '

"I can assume that your eyes are like that because of a blindness caused by an elder scroll wore off somehow, and I know because I've seen someone like that before. Yes, there is another dragon here, and I don't know what ways he believes in. But I DO know that he will not be happy if someone else got in here."

*I speak to the Orc through my mind*

Not all are what they seem, joor. Your race, the Orsimer, were once Altmer. The Altmer who followed Trinimac, the king at the time, were cursed by Boethiah. Trinimac became Malacath and his followers became Orcs. You and I are practically the same race.

My eyes feel warmer, 'Yes, there is one more. He is in a land far away. I can see him now. He will come into play later.'

An Orc, Makor gro-Baroth walked through the snowy peak. He sees a group of people, and Makor grabs the Argoinian by the neck "Who are you, what have you done with Paarthurnax!"

Falin cautiously approches the Orc.

"Peace, friend. We have not harmed Paarthunax. I may not have understood his conversation, but it would seem he left in search of something."

'Hand of the argonian fellow orc Or you will join malacath sooner then you think'

Makor releases the argonian and laughs, "I have slain much stronger foes than you, boy."

"I am the Chief of Orsinium and Champion of Malacath" Makor removed Volendrung from his back, "Behold Volendrung!"

'I must speak with you later, Zork.' I teleport to the top of Monahven. 'Makor?' I walk toward him. 'Its good to see you, friend! But I watched you pass from the Nirn, how are you here before us?'

"Rise, soldier of Malacath." Makor turned to Sauriil, "HA, Sauriil where ya been ya milk-drinker! What do you mean I passed from the Nirn? I haven't seen you in centuries."