Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

Astrid couldn't lay a paw on what this Sheogorath truly did or who he was. He seemed off - strange, but certainly a guy to hang with in the future if he was into the same kind of stuff as she was. It was terrible to think these thoughts, but since no one was really keeping an eye on Nyx, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted to do. Mother wouldn't talk, father was busy, all her brothers hated her guts and she had no friends to speak off. To be honest; who would blame her for turning out this way?

She was surprised and yet not really that the man liked the shorter version if his name. It kind of made sense since he also preferred "Nyx" over "Astrid". She slightly tilted her head in question, wondering what in the name of the Night Mother he was talking about. Poisons? Tell me. She almost ordered.