Blackfeather Woods Never fails, baby

He wasn't expecting the reaction they got from Ganondorf. Maybe it was because most of his family had snubbed them and he couldn't remember much of this brother, and assumed they all were like Vaati or Damien or Potema. He often forgot that some of his family was good. Cicero. Miraak. Ganondorf, too.

Euron runs with a band of sneak-thieves to the far east, Ramsay confirmed when Maegi looked to him. At least, that was where Rams had left him. The mention of Miraak and Cicero introduced a pained light to the dwarf's eyes; he grimaced and shifted his figure, looking away in the only way he could. Mention of Potema was met with almost nothing; a flash of emotion across his brow for the mother they never got to have, maybe.

The woods are not as you would remember, Ramsay warned, studying Ganondorf's red face contemplatively. To protect it, and those within it, we lay low now.