Deepwood Weald over men’s noses as they lie asleep

fade this out since it's oooolllld?

At least she seems willing to learn. That, Megara can work with. Of course, Nyx, she responds kindly. I will do my best. I only wish my sister was here to teach you, as well. As do they all, she supposes. There was no one like Meldresi. There never would be again.

So you are familiar with the Night Mother and Sithis, but do you know the lesser daedra? the crone asks. She begins to walk again, beckoning for the girl to follow. Azura, Boethiah, Clavicus Vile. . . Less powerful they may be, but their lore is still quite important to know.

They move along for a while, talking of the old religion, until they inevitably part somewhere along the way. Megara, at least, feels a little better about her niece-in-law's place within the Melonii.