Blackfeather Woods too short, walking the streets, i'm hating my haircut

Rowan nodded.
Zephyr seemed to let a breath from him.
Rowan smiled softly.

He steered them in the direction of the tree.
It wasn't far into the territory.
"Do you think the Daedra speak to you?"
Rowan couldn't comment on what he should see really. He didn't know what it was like without the effects of the tree.

Soon enough, a clearing was apparent ahead through the thinning of trees.
To give way to the one that infected them all.