"Then we kill alduin."

"Ahah ha ha. You're funny. Kill Alduin? That's impossible. If the Dragonborn couldn't do it, how can we?"

"Look here, if you don't want to come with me to Akavir, fine by me. I can't force you to think in any other way."

She looks around at the others, her face set in cold determination.

"Same with all of you."

"Alduin has no soul, mortals can kill him in sovernguard."

"He is just simply to powerful for us. The Dragonborn couldn't stop or, nor the Greybeards, the Empire, none of them could.... The Psijic Order is our only chance to save our souls. If this rumor is false, then we go with your plan. Happy?"

"But they tried individually, but we will work together. Aye?"

"Of course." She nods to him, taking a sip of her food.

(if you guys didn't I'm Dovahkiin I've been ever since the first of this series "A New Legend...A new destinuy"

"And we have a dovahkiin with us."

"A second? Who?"

"Yol/Makor"

'There is one problem, Alduin's prophecy was to be fulfilled. Makor killing Alduin only delayed it. And now, a few thousand years later, the Nordic God of Destruction did just that, he fed on most of the mortals of Nirn. Only a few thousad remain, at the most.' Sauriil waved the bowl away, 'I have no need for food.'

"The orc...?" She slowly turns to Makor, then places her bowl down and walks over to him.

"Where have you been, all this time?" She asks in a deathly quite voice.

"We just need to kill him again."