Blackfeather Woods become the beast

He watches the boy's reactions. The young boy's bone clattered onto the ground as his own questions rang in the air. Miraak's smirk faded to a small upturn of the corner of his mouth. He watched, and listened. Seduced. To entice. Attract. Nyx was interested in being a courtesan after all. That is their main job. Perhaps, whenever Malcanthet returned, if he ever did, he could continue Nyx's training as a proper courtesan, but until then, he could only assist her and let her figure it out on her own. And she was doing it well, landing herself a position on the Dark Council as the Speaker, a job that could be performed by both spy and courtesan, for they occupied a similar sphere in Mephala's influence.

So it is a debt? He asked rhetorically, already knowing what it was. The question was more for Kahlil than himself. Debts have to be paid eventually, don't they? How do you intend on paying it back?