Blackfeather Woods far away across the field

Gods, why wouldn't he answer anything she asked? He was a complete enigma, and he was here inside her home, which disturbed her on several levels. She opened her mouth to launch another volley of questions his way when something out of the corner of her vision stopped her; she turned to look—

Cicero. No. Two Ciceros. No. One was smaller. Cicero—

Cicero on the left, and Euron on the right. Yes. No? Euron on the left? Euron on the left. Euron on the left
and
Miraak on the
right—no! Where had Cicero gone?

A pale-gazed raven fluttered right beside her left cheek, and she stumbled back with a gasp, only to find empty air before her, her sole companion the strange, silent man. And the trees.

They were bleeding.