Otter Creek boredom

No, of course we can ^^

Sheogorath cared little for the boy's well-being, but he cared for his relations with his sister and for that his attention turned towards the child when he called out. He announced he was leaving, and Sheogorath grinned as he said, "Is that so." Yet it was clear that the boy was not leaving forever, or he would have made his announcement in a different sort of fashion.

"The spire," he repeated in wonder; "What is there that you're looking for?"

When the child spoke again his voice was soft, as if unsure he would receive an answer, and Sheogorath glanced in the river's direction. "There are many sides to the river," he said, a shimmer of Cicero peeking through as he spoke, a thing Sheogorath detested to hear in his own voice. "If you mean the direction in which it runs, well, there is the ocean, a large expanse of water. And the direction from which it comes... It goes so far that even I don't know where it begins." He realised they might not even speak of the same river, but decided to keep things general.