"Hmm. Yes. That tale is true. Akatosh bormahu. He is our father. The dov were born in the beginning of the world. We know the taste of it."

The dragon rumbles deep in his throat, a low thoughtful sound. "It is not strange to find wunduniikke, wanderers such as you in this place. But you have bound yourself to one of another realm. Your fates are now bound. An unusual path, even for those not mortal. Perhaps Tamriel's fate will also change, hm?"

Perhaps that's another reason he's inspecting Jim so curiously.