Silverlight Terrace Cruel

The skull? They would seek the skull for a name? Hah! The agouti man tried his best not to laugh aloud. Clearly this object was sacred to Alduin, so he could do no such thing and risk disheartening him. If that was even possible—

But alas, it matters not where the name comes from. So long as it has no indication of the former, he could give two shits less.

Then he feels the burning gaze of the dark hound upon. A similar look is returned. I don't give a flying rat's ass if it's good enough, He seethes in reply, lip curling slowly into a toothy grimace. You asked, and I told you what I know. So don't give me that bullshit. 

Would Sovereign know more?

Hell if I know. Turning his head, he shrugged his shoulders dismissively. Go ask her yourself, if you're just dying to know.::