Greatwater Lake once, i tried to be somebody

wintersbane can see she is in deep thought as she processes his words about signs. at one point in his life, the tundrian would have never thought that he'd believe so vehemently in the dark daedra of the woods or that he'd find himself within their ranks again. but he does and he is. he is no priest and he will not be so pretentious as to claim that he knows what the gods want but after a failed attempts prior to recruit he sees an opportunity in the here and now that he doesn't intend to let slip past. if this attempt fails ...well then he tried but he has to at least put in the effort to be able to claim that he gave it a shot.

wintersbane looks at her expectantly as her gaze settles upon him unwaveringly, an upwards tilt of his chin given as she informs him that she's met their leader. the dark master or the listener? he inquires. he is more familiar with the dark priestess than he is the man that rules them all; being smitten with her aside he has spent more time in her presence over all. what do you know of our woods? the tundrian inquires. starting at what she knows and going from there seems like the best place to start to him.