Paarthurnax: Speak, I will listen.
I have taught the Way of the Voice for centuries and the Thu'um since long before that. But no, Dovakhiin. Others do not come here to train anymore. Saraan. You are the first in over a hundred years. I meditate on the Rotmulaag, the Words of Power. I counsel in their use. It is enough for me.
Knowing a Word of Power is to take its meaning into yourself. Contemplate the meaning of a Ratmulaag. You will become closer to that word, as it fills your inner self.
Will I teach you, Dovakhiin? What Word calls you to deeper understanding? There are three to master, Fus, Feim, and Yol.
It is called "force" in your tongue. But as you push the world, so does the world push back. Think of the way force may be applied effortlessly. Imagine but a whisper pushing aside all in its path. That is Fus. Let its meaning fill you. Su'um ahrk morah. You will push the world harder that it pushes back.
Esbern: I used to dream . . . Ah, you're back. I hope you've made some progress on tracking down this Shout we need to defeat Alduin?
Ah, indeed? There's a pretty puzzle, not the kind of thing you'll find in your local bookshop. Let me think. Perhaps the College of Winterhold, what learning there is in Skyrim is gathered there. One of the mages there may be able to put you on the trail of this Elder Scroll.
Kibell: Traveling in the Reach is dangerous. You need a g-. City of Mark-. Where do you want to go?
Climb in back, and we'll be off.
Courier: I've been looking for you. Got something I supposed to deliver, your hands only.
I've been looking for you. Got something I supposed to deliver, your hands only.
Let see here. A letter, not sure who from. He wouldn't say. Just that he was a friend of yours. Looks like that's it. Got to go.
Kibell: Ready to go yet?
There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red, who came riding to Whiterun from ole Roriks-.
Birna: We need the coin, Ranmir, and you're not bringing home any.
Ranmir: And you'd have me do what? Join the college and prance about . . .
Winterhold Guard: By the gods! What manner of power is that?
Faralda: Cross the bridge at your own peril. The way is dangerous, and the gate will not open. You shall not gain entry.
I am here to assist those seeking the wisdom of the College. And if, in the process, my presence helps to deter those who might seek to do harm, so be it. The more important question is, why are you here?
Perhaps. But what is it you expect to find within?
Do you? It is true there are some here who have spent years studying the accumulated knowledge of the scrolls.
Never should have come here.
Faendal: Die, dragon.
You'll die this day, dragon.
You can't beat me.
Slay it. Slay the dragon.
Ranmir: I'll get you.
In all my years, I've never seen . . .