[Not one of his kin, this, though neither daedric nor - apparently - ill-intentioned. Paarthurnax shifts his heavy-muscled frame, clambering up and onto the rocky ledge above the half-carved word wall. All the better to hold conversation once he's settled on his wings.]

Stone? [Curious.] I do not intend to join with the mountain stone. But... qethsegol dahmaan, I would have them remember. This place has been too long forgotten. Unmarked. Spirits linger that should not be silenced.