"I am the wings of despair. I am the breath of ruin. I am the fell dragon, Grima."

She floats around grimacing, her aura menacing.

"Rite after rite, and still my memories refuse to return. This is beyond infuriating... Maybe I'll go start a war to cheer myself up."

She then notices you and approaches with ill intentions.

"If you can help me regain my memories, I shall spare your life."