"There's only so far you can escalate from talking to a dragon."

"Fist-fighting a dragon. Trying to ride a dragon. Attempting to capture a dragon. Getting mixed up in daedric turf wars, probably via objecting to the concept of the daedric princes. I have full faith and confidence in my sister's ability to escalate."

"Well. You know her best."

"Hopefully she'll get herself incapacitated or so thoroughly mixed up with dragons she won't get in our way."

"Somehow I'm disinclined to count on that."

"She'll probably be reluctant to outright fight me, she's sentimental like that, so."

"An exploitable weakness." This is almost-but-not-quite a question.

"Definitely. Though I'm not sure she'd hesitate if she thought it was important for the world or something."

"Good to know."

Shrug. "It's also been a while since we've lived together, the mission we found you on was supposed to be us getting back together like old times. I might not know her as well as I used to."

Eventually they get back to the castle.

Harkon welcomes them back. "So you out of all my court have succeeded. Well done. Now, the contents of the scroll - "

She passes the Elder Scroll to the priest.

"Ah. Yes! I admit, I was looking forward to this," he says as he takes the scroll from her. He opens it, then:

"I see a vision before me, an image of a great bow. I know this weapon, Auriel's Bow! Now a voice whispers, saying "Among the night's children, a dread lord will rise. In an age of strife, when dragons return to the realm of men, darkness will mingle with light and the night and day will be as one." The voice fades and the words shimmer and distort. But - there's more. The secret of the bow's power is written elsewhere, in other scrolls. I see them now... One for the ancient secrets of the dragons, another for the potency of ancient blood. Now my vision darkens, and I see no more."

Ominous, but nonspecific. And yet more scrolls are needed to further clarify?

Apparently. 

"Well, that answered an awful lot," Ena mutters, voice faintly sarcastic. "Priest, do you know anything of the other scrolls?"

"No," he answers. "Just that there are two, and they contain the rest of the prophecy."

"It seems our hunt has not yet concluded."

"And the scrolls could be anywhere. Though the College might be a good place to start for rumors..."

"By your leave, Father."

He grants his leave, and puts the other court vampires to trying to find rumors, too.

Then they're off to Winterhold.

"One hopes these scrolls do not prove as troublesome as the last."

"How much trouble was that one to get?"

"To get? Relatively simple. But I ended up stuck in a coffin for four Eras with it."

"Yeah. Best not to do that again."

"The good news is that we're only actually looking for one scroll. The Blood Scroll, my mother has. We found it before we were separated."