Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

The boy was interested and asked a question, and Sheogorath smirked as he felt the trap close. He wasn't sure if he was interested for the sake of teaching the boy and salvaging him from a godless life or for the sake of passing time, but it didn't matter. "Well, key is to start with tiny bits." Sheogorath tilted his head; "I could give you some sometime, if you please, but maybe you should also look for some yourself. So you can tell me what you took and how it felt, next time we meet." A way of proving himself worthy of being his student, in a way.