Blackfeather Woods Draw me not without reason; sheath me not without honour.

Her brow furrowed at the roundabout way in which Venamis spoke. It was markedly different from his normal childish curses and taunts. She didn't like it. It was as if something foreign had taken hold of the young man, and she thought of the daedra—

Leave my forest!—

I don't know what you're talking about, Maegi responded, shaking her head. Tell it to me straight, Venamis. Is Rowan still bothering you? She hadn't noticed any more trouble in that regard, but then, she'd been distant. She might have missed a new development.