Blackfeather Woods You'll marry Ser Loras

Miraak stares, assessing, looking for points in his personality to turn on him. Perhaps he was right, his inner arrogance could have been the death of him... had he not held an astute sense of self-preservation. He knew when to shut his mouth, to play the right cards on the right side at the right time, but there were times when he chose not to. How would he learn if he didn't? This time, when Miraak poses the question of his want to rule, he looks with a certain level of amusement and says, "What do you think?" But there is no hint of arrogance but true inquiry; based on everything shown, every word exchanged, what did the old man believe the answer to be? Perhaps it was a stab at the man's own game, how two could play the same hand of cards in the right situation, and the younger, sharper mind would win. Vaati was more than ready to see the self-assurance in his own tactics burn out of the old man's eyes as he did so.