Altar of Twilight Can you break my bones?

She mentions that her family has moved on, Alduin huffs out a breath at that. “So has mine.” He comments cynically, dryly.

And then, suddenly, his curiosity is peaked. 

“Can you fight?” He asks with an owlish tilt of his massive head. Blood red pools for eyes gazing into her own with hushed entertainment evident. “If so, then perhaps you are made for The Forsaken.” The hellhounds last words are mysterious in a thought provoking kind of way. As if there is truly so much more behind that statement than he says out loud.