Blackfeather Woods The crowd goes wild

The information was great, and while he understood a great deal of it, he did not understand some of the words she spoke, but that did not concern him. These "Princes" interested him, and he listened with interest. What he gleaned was that different...Daedric princes controlled different things, and one of them controlled the plants. Raas was long forgotten now, a dim religion that held no semblance in his life. But surrounded by tales and stories of the Princes, Mephala, drenched in their lore, the things he learned now would have an lasting effect one him, told when he was young and easily molded into the creature he would become. 

He was silent, interested, mind gathering this information. "Can you talk to them? The Princes?" he asked, wondering if such a thing was possible. They sounded godly, he only knowing of such a concept from earlier, faded teachings of Raas.