Blackfeather Woods it's time

Cicero was pleased that Malice fell in step with him and he continued along through the forest, searching for herbs that he could use in his experiments or herbs that he could use to refill his caches. An ear fell back when Nemesis spoke and he listened, thoughtful. He was not so eager, truthfully, for things came when they did — it was Damien who really wanted to join the Dark Brotherhood, more than anything, and Cicero was simply there to tag along.

"Of course," said Cicero, though his tone of voice indicated that he was not overly excited. "But it is not a thing that Cicero craves above all else, like Damien does." His brother was very intent on gaining his rank, while Cicero did not care much. He was a part of Blackfeather Woods and that was good enough for him. Sheogorath was another story altogether, but Cicero preferred to stay away from what Sheogorath would think as much as possible.

"Ah," he murmured when he found a herb he thought to recognise, but was not sure of. He picked it carefully between his teeth and craned his neck to put it on his back, so that he could bring it to his caches later.