Deepwood Weald and every day, I'd add another stone to keep you safe

He'd picked an interest, and Damien could tell regardless of the young one's efforts to hide it. He would give it to the kid, he had also the right idea on deception, which made him think perhaps a Spy job could fit him well. But to tackle all the topics they had to get over the one at hand, and the position of a Listener was one that Damien had especially high standards for. Not just anyone could sit in the same place that his mother and sister had so proudly owned.

Well, they listen, said Damien, but he wasn't being sarcastic or mocking the younger male in any way. His expression was dead serious and nothing in his eyes gave away any groove other than seriousness. They must establish and maintain a connection to the grand planes of Oblivion. They serve as a mortal tether to the Daedric gods, and if they do their job well they will convey their messages to us. in other words, they listened for the mortals. Would Marruz's relationship to the stars grant him the required abilities to fulfill such a sacred duty?