(The storms seem to part around you, atop the Throat of The World. Paarthurnax watches you from the sky throughout his descent, circling you with eyes concentrating on little more, aside from an occasional roar. The sound of wind crushes your ears as he perches atop the Word Wall. His eyes stare down with a softened look, his dull eyes seeming almost pitiful.)

You have returned, Dovahkiin. What do you wish to know?