Blackfeather Woods injustice

Oh wow I thought amber meant orange. Whoops.

Potema paid attention to nothing when Damien answered her, her mind going into space as she thought and thought about what he said, what this meant to her. Those eyes that had haunted her dreams and waking nightmares had a face, a name. They were not some shapeless monster, a Daedra perhaps, sent by another God. But perhaps in all honesty, this Grimnir was some Daedric monster sent by, who knows, Mehrunes? Potema shuddered, but the voice, the Night Mother, spoke once more, a smile on its nonexistent lips. If he has a name, a face, a body...then that body can die. That body could suffer until it is broken a thousand times, and suffer again.


"Burke it was him, it must have been, he must have done it." She spoke quickly without pause, the revelation giving her a morbid joy and sudden dread that she had lived in the same territory as this wolf for her whole life.