Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

With that, their conversation swiftly came to an end. Sheogorath nodded and turned away without another word. He'd see if the boy would find him again and tell him about what he had learned. He'd see if the boy was alive next time they met. As silently as he had come Sheogorath slipped back into the shadows and let the boy be with his herb-organising.