Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

Sheogorath grinned broadly as she introduced herself with much pride, revealing that she was named after the goddess of the night; a thing he already knew, of course, from when she said her name. It was as he had thought, one of Nemesis' children, but he hadn't bothered to memorise all their names yet. He spoke very little with the current dark master, although he always told himself that he should change that. It would be good to have allies on both sides.

"I like Nyx," he said, deciding it was shorter and more peppered than Astrid. Astrid sounded like she was supposed to be a good little princess, when clearly she was not. "I am named Sheogorath secondly, and if you want to, you can call me that. Not many do — but I prefer it, really." He could not suppress a grin imagining Cicero's face when he would be called Sheogorath the next time he saw this child; if he ever did. Sheogorath hoped that he could keep himself here longer this time, although, of course, fun was way too tempting, and fun, well, it tended to piss on these little parties of his.