"Alright. But Whiterun?"

'Thank you Dinok.' I look at Aksel. 'No one knows the Dark Brotherhood like I do. I have a history with. A very, very long history. And Paarthunaax is the most powerful dragon here. He can help. He will help.'

"Alright. So are we on offense or defense?"

"Alright, so--Frea, Paarthurnax is friendly--I think. Me, I'm a total coward, so I think the majority of us don't always run after the treasure."

'He is friendly.' I then mutter to myself, 'Fools.'

"Brother, are you sure he can help? Won't it tilt his peace on the thu'um?"

'Violence isn't the only answer. And he has fought before. When I fought . . . Alduin the first time.' I look at Dinok, not knowing if he still felt Alduin was correct. 'Anyway. Paarthunaax will not fight. I just need help with one thing.'

'Paarthunaax. Zu'u praag . . . nii.'

 He looks into my eyes. 'Very well Dovahkiin. But are you sure?'

'I am. You know what happened back then. We have no choice.'

Paarthunaax nods, 'Geh. Yes, I will bring it. Pruzah.' He flew off.

"What's he lookin' for?"

I looked at Aksel. 'Your mind is too limited for the knowledge of what I will use. Frea and Dinok may have an idea. It will grant me knowledge that no other joor knows.'

Paarthunaax flies over holding something in his claws.

'Ah!' I say. 'Is that the right one?'

'Geh.'

I hold it up, 'Behold! An Elder Scroll!'

"What's in it? Eternal knowledge or something?"

I look at Aksel and sigh, 'By the gods you are so--'

I open the Elder Scroll . . .