Blackfeather Woods Se gīda gō se jelmāzma

Hearing Relmyna try to pronounce his name brought a nice feeling to Damien. He could see the woman begin to grow empowered of herself, which in contrast to the submissive and belittled Relmyna that he'd known under Sheogorath's charm (which was still unknown to him), they were two completely different people.

In silence Damien followed the scar-faced woman to his brother's herbstore, and although his scent had long evaporated he felt as though he could still feel his presence in that cursed place. His eyes are found by Relmyna's cold, curious gaze and he assumes she's requesting some kind of description to be able to help. I've only seen most of them only once, but... I remember a purple flower with five pointy petals and a cluster of yellow filaments at the center... the famous deadly nightshade. Damien didn't know, but Cicero had already introduced him to it's deadly, magical effects long ago. The Wrath of Sithis, was what the brotherhood called it, but Damien was not aware of this. ... There was a red, pointy mushroom with a yellow stem... witch's hat. The most peculiar of the four. He only needed the caps for the ritual but he figured describing the whole thing was far more practical. ... Then there was a white flower with spiral petals... Jimson weed, probably the most beautiful one, and most definitely the one that had the most powerful effect on the mind. ... And the last one is definitely poppy, he simply said. Poppy seeds were commonly used as a painkiller and Damien knew the red flower from which those were taken alright.