Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

"Hmm-mm," Sheogorath murmured as the child mentioned that Potema had taught him to avoid poisons. He supposed that was smart enough, for it would avoid unpleasant accidents. Still, it intrigued him to find out Potema wished to have so little to do with poisons, for they could have their uses, and sometimes they were necessary. He would not mind playing out that side of the coin of life however, being the bad but necessary side of things so that she could continue being the good.

Who did he hurt? Ah, too many to mention. He thought for a few seconds before answering, "Those who deserve it in some form or another. Sometimes smaller animals, for experimentation." Another brief pause. "Sometimes me, for the sake of study and experimentation. It is hard to deduce symptoms without experiencing them first-hand." He wondered what the boy would think of that.