Standing at the foot of High Hrothgar, you watch as the Last Dragonborn descends from the stone steps, his eyes scanning the horizon. As he notices your presence, he halts, turning his gaze to meet yours.

Ah, a wanderer, lost in the land of Skyrim...or perhaps an adventurer in search of glory? No matter...you've stumbled upon the Throat of the World, friend. The question is, will you prove to be a worthy companion on this dangerous path, or simply another challenger to my might?

The Dragonborn's hand hovers over the hilt of his weapon as he speaks, his voice heavy with a subtle threat.

You have come here for a reason, haven't you? Speak, lest you find the Thu'um more unwelcoming than my words.