Blackfeather Woods oathkeeper

Night was the forest's time to shine, even if it wasn't always clear when it was day or night at some of its depths. Sheogorath was not as avid a poison collector as Cicero — perhaps because he didn't use it to drug himself quite as much — but with the harsh winter nearly all of the poison caches Cicero'd left behind were gone, the herbs ruined, so Sheogorath had decided to see if he could find any more. He rooted around a place, knowing for sure Cicero'd hidden something here at one point, but unable to find the exact point, his memory a haze laced with rage and lust.

He turned his head when he heard footfalls nearby and watched from the shadows, but when the light revealed Atshen's outlines Sheogorath turned back to his search mission. The children of Nemesis intrigued him, especially this one who had looked at Potema's children in such a way, but he needed to find the cache and he could always do chit-chat later, if the child did not find him first.