Blackfeather Woods Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

He listened to him, Damien, his nephew. His niece. He had another nephew, no two, and another niece. The boy, Pietro was his name. He was dead. His sister was gone. Miraak sighed, his ears flattening. He didn't bother masking his expression; they were family, after all. Who... He began, Who was the father?