Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

Nyx had a certain spice to it. It was peppered and short, just like Sheo. He grinned when she thought his name too long and suggested Sheo. He remembered tricking Desna with the name Sheo, and could not help but wonder if that was what had truly brought him out, once, when Cicero deviced that plan. Yet it also seemed from that moment Cicero had become different, less fun, because he no longer carried both halves of the total along, but only one. And he? Well, luckily, he'd got the fun half.

"Sheo's my personal fave, too," he said with a grin. Then he wondered aloud, "Are you into poisons? They can open up a whole new world of hurt." He grinned knowingly, because he knew — he had done it, he did it. Not so much lately, with the harsh winter following up on the ravishing famine that had wrecked him because Cicero had to go and keep food from his own mouth to give to Burke and Malice's children. But soon, when spring'd come around the corner. Soon.