Blackfeather Woods oathkeeper

A few messed up herbs were taken from the earth and Sheogorath pawed them away from the dirt so that they could better look upon them. None of them were poisonous on touch, considering it was not very smart to hide those in a cache that one would dig into — well, with Cicero, one never knew — but Sheogorath recognised one of them as jimson weed, at least, and the others he squinted his eyes at; he'd have to look later.

"This herb creates a stomach ache and various other painful effects when ingested," said Sheogorath to Atshen. "It can be put in a rabbit or other dead prey and fed to others to make them ingest it." He glanced at his student, looking to see if he had grasped what he had just been told.