"We all have our strengths." Paarthurnax draws himself up a bit, sitting as upright as he can, and just traces the letters with his gaze. It's been a long time since he's written down anything himself by talon. With no other kin to understand it and the Greybeards spreading his word by way of mouth, the symbols had been restricted to his mind. It had felt good to carve them out once more, even in a simple list like this.

"In the lands where I was from, that was apparent by the groups which formed. Your sibling may have fared better amongst the mages' colleges, or with the bards, both groups who knew the strength in words and knowledge."