Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

Sheogorath chuckled as the question was directed back at him. A clever boy, but perhaps that was the exact reason why he had so fallen from grace to the rest of the pack. "Just because one knows something, it doesn't mean that they won't ask for it from another." The sentence sounded a bit too Cicero-esque to Sheogorath as he spoke it. Too philosophical.

"Weird things, eh? That's what she said?" Seemed like an understatement, but on the other hand also a completely untrue statement. 'Weird' was relative, anyway. "The uses of poisons are very straight forward. There's little weirdness about it."