Blackfeather Woods oathkeeper

The prospect of anything deadly was often a motivator for the aspiring warrior, and such details were what kept his attention to his fellow leader. Unlike his other siblings, Atshen was not as cunning as they were. He did not have their quick wit, nor did he think as complexly as they did. But what he lacked in brains he made up for in brawn. Perhaps with the further motivation that some plants could kill, the Silencer would find himself learning a new trade. 

It was after a pause that Sheogorath agreed to teach. Smiling darkly, Atshen did not offer anything and instead listened on to what the man had to say. Taking his words lightly, as he felt her were invincible to such things, he nodded. He felt that he would not make the same mistakes that Cicero did, but, of course, only time would tell whether or not he would remain so painfully oblivious. 

He set off after the other male, his pace powered with leisurely swarth as he followed. "Are these deadly plants usually all over the woods?" he asked after a pause, his curiosity craving the information it desired.