Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

sure, we can present-date this :)

Ragged ears perked forward and then fell to the side again as Sheogorath approached. He watched as the boy busied himself with the herbs, feeling that though he had heard he was not doing well, he was at least being obedient and helpful. Sheo wondered what would have caused such a change in a boy that he would throw becoming a priest away for... well, this.

"What sort of herbs are they?" Sheogorath asked and he came closer to have a closer look at the herbs and see which ones were in there — and, specific to his interests, if there were any poisonous ones there.