Blackfeather Woods Despair has its own calms

She arrived, that permanent scowl on her face as always. Miraak watched the new Dark Master stalk towards him, though she stopped a few lengths away, not getting close. He nodded towards her. I came to acknowledge you, Nemesis, He began, his head bowed so it was below hers. As my new Dark Master. But I also come to request something of you,