Phoenix Maplewood even when i lose i'm winning

It did not take all that long for Desna to appear, and she was her usual cheerful self. How a child from such a broken home could have turned out as she did was a wonder; or it might have been to Cicero, Sheogorath sourly thought. He put a smile on his face as Desna greeted him in her boundless excitement and asked if he were to join.

While it'd been part of his initial idea, Sheogorath felt it would be rather pointless to join now, if he did not intend to drag Desna back by the scruff, anyway. Perhaps he still would, to test if she liked the idea of returning to Kove. To get close to her, so that he could rip her apart thread by thread if she denied, or guide her and train her if she accepted.

"Hey!" First, Sheogorath decided to try a different route — one that the lost sister he had met upon his travels would hopefully help with. "Desna... Do you have a sister?" he asked, his smile fading slightly as he looked more serious. "I ran into a girl a little to the south who said that there wasn't anyone called Desna in Phoenix Maplewood. I'd grown worried that you'd gotten hurt or anything, so I'm glad to see you're still here. She looked around your age, so I thought..." Sheogorath looked puzzled, as though he couldn't quite piece together why the girl would deny him the information.