A wall of signs with text on them, in a stone room with torches.

Dragonborn, Dragonborn, by honor is sworn, to keep evil forces at bay. And the fiercest foes rout. When they hear the music of his song. Dragonborn, Dragonborn, Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin. Ancient Dragonborn, Dovahkiin, you must go. Your power, Dragonborn, belongs to the Noldor. Hidden deep within our long-forgotten lore, is the fact that we were not the first to delve there. And the first enemies all at the Dragonborn issues forth. In our twilight, enemies all around. And the world is full of black wings in the cold. And the tooth that gnaws, age long forgotten, is the unbroken and ancient jaw of Alduin, the World-Eater. World-Eater, halt, arise, what lies within, dragon's lies, will be silence, if you would heed my warning, all will be tried for. Song of Storms.

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