Blackfeather Woods tolling on the iron bell

She was a little confused by the question. Like, what are they for in general, or why he was collecting them? Maegi asked. I have no idea on that second one. He tested one of them; I did, too, she admitted, a little shyly. It was strange, unlike anything I've experienced before. Most like the poison tree, but stronger. More hallucinations—I saw our father, Euron, Miraak. . .

Maegi trailed off, unsure of how Ramsay would take her tales of hedonistic indulgence. Instead, she focused on the macabre story offered, wrinkling her muzzle. He could just be odd, for no reason, she replied, shrugging. There have been some oddballs here, but no one as much as him. Still, yeah, it's not been threatening so far.

That so far hung between them, precarious. They couldn't predict the future, after all.