Blackfeather Woods You'll marry Ser Loras

Miraak speaks with a sense of superiority that could match his own, one that talks of experience but with nothing to show for it. The old man's standing within the pack is mediocre, not enough to truly convince Vaati that what he speaks of prestige amongst ruling is entirely accurate. Vaati has not seen the man in a position of actual leadership and wonders what the old man could show to prove his claim. "And what do you know?" He returns with apparent disbelief, not in what ruling means to the man, but what ruling means in Blackfeather Woods.

"I know ruling demands patience, diligence and in the case of Blackfeather Woods — mercilessness," He knows quite a lot, not all, but enough to lead successfully should the task be thrust upon him. Vaati holds his gift of adaptability in high regard, for he is more than Miraak takes him for. He understands that to an outside eye, Vaati gives off an air of teenage entitlement, but he is far from in reality. He is a boy with a will to survive, and nothing more. He can be content under another's rule, and he will — but if the one he is demanded to serve under is not of his approval... that is when he gets arrogant. That is where he stands today. Miraak, like many others, has misjudged him but he does not mind. His true, conniving nature will be shown in a multitude of ways in the coming months, but casting those thoughts aside, he turns to the man once more, expecting what he assumes will be a shake of his head and a speech on the many ways in which Vaati is wrong.