Blackfeather Woods dreamcatcher

It was thrilling to Sheogorath how easily he could convince her to do his bidding, and it was exactly that power that had made him wish for the place he was in today — his rightful place. Sheogorath didn't wish to be a dark master, knowing that his weak frame would be too tempting to take down by those stronger who felt they more deserved the place, but this place served him fine. He got to do what he wanted and this feeling was more thrilling than anything else he knew.

She did ask for help, but asking for help was a step in the right direction. Would the old Vuk have asked for such a thing? And to ask for help was an admission to herself that she was going to do this thing. She also asked to keep Seff out of it, which Sheogorath was fine with. He had left, anyway, and Sheogorath did not expect he would ever return. To search for him would be a waste of resources. "Agreed," Sheogorath said with a serious tone and expression. "We should think of a plan to go about it. It should not be too hard, considering he trusts you." He could not suppress a grin, there, because he liked the rush of control it gave him to break such trust. To think one was safe, only to have that certainty ripped from underneath them. It was the ultimate control. "But it's up to you what your style is. I can provide poison, if you wish, to level the playing ground." Terich-Mir was a healthy male, and it would not be safe to go up against him alone even with the trust that she had. She could just kill him in his sleep, but even then she'd need to know exactly where to bite.

Sheogorath looked at her inquisitively as she said that there was another thing she needed to ask. "Yes?" he asked, unable to contain his curiosity, because he had expected her plea for help, but not this one.