Otter Creek WHERE IS MY BABY

Damien was impatient as always, focussing on Potema's responsibility when it was not her fault. Even Sheogorath could see this. One step wrong could have meant that only two out of three or even none of the three of them had stood here today, and Meldresi couldn't have stopped them. And it happened. Things like this were tragic, but they simply happened.

"Lay off, brother. You know as well as I do that it's not Potema's fault," he said, stepping in and baring his teeth in warning.

As for the matter at hand, Sheogorath realised there was little evidence and therefore little real manner to find her. "If we split up we can comb the territory and its surroundings systematically," Sheogorath suggested, but he left the ultimate decision in Potema's hands. He wasn't too sure they'd find the child this way, but at least they would have tried.