Blackfeather Woods He came and stood below my window in the moonlight.

Damien had not seemed so eager to reclaim his throne since his return, and Sheogorath wondered what had spurred such a change into happening. When he was summoned, Sheogorath came. He had expected others to be there by now, but found his uncle alone, it seemed, at the glen — Damien and Nemesis were nowhere to be seen. He could not help but wonder what they had been summoned for, and looked at Miraak with a lifted eyebrow, raised in silent question, while he held his mouth and waited for the others or, if they would not make haste, for what his uncle would have to say.