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Chapter 1: The Vanishing Listener

“Need to get Mother some flowers. Pretty, pretty flowers.” Cicero thought aloud. The strange little man stood in his red and black jester’s outfit as he followed the one called the Listener.
“Well there are a lot of mountain flowers around. They’d make the perfect gift.” The Khajiit replied. Her name was Ja’Sasha Shadowclaw. She had the fur of a majestic snow leopard and long dark hair that framed her face delicately. She wore enchanted apprentice robes along with the mage’s circlet, shrouded hand wraps and shrouded boots. She had a single scar across her cheek as a result of a previous accident with a few saber-cats.
“What a good idea Listener! Mother will surely like these pretty flowers.”
The jester and the Listener gathered a handful of red, blue and purple mountain flowers to give to their unholy matron the Night Mother who resided within the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary just west of Falkreath.

Night had fallen and Cicero was having trouble keeping up with the Listener. They were in Whiterun and she’d disappeared when they were selling some Dwarven greatswords at the Sky-Forge.
“I wonder where, oh where, the Listener is. She said she would not leave poor Cicero standing in the cold.” The jester thought to himself as he shivered in the light of the massive forge. As he looked out across the town he could see the shop keepers leaving to go home, even the priest of Talos had became tired. As people left the hold became silent, there was nothing but the crackling of the forge and the jester’s breathing. Suddenly there was the grinding of stone below him and werewolves charged out into the market place. One of them saw Cicero and ran inhumanly up the stairs on all fours.
“You don’t want to hurt poor Cicero, do you? There are far tastier people below in the houses. Like Elrindir, he runs the butcher stall. Surely with all that meat he’s got to eat some of it and that will make him super tasty.”
The werewolf growled and pounced off leaving Cicero with his heart threatening to burst forth.

Description
Chapter 1: The Vanishing Listener

“Need to get Mother some flowers. Pretty, pretty flowers.” Cicero thought aloud. The strange little man stood in his red and black jester’s outfit as he followed the one called the Listener.
“Well there are a lot of mountain flowers around. They’d make the perfect gift.” The Khajiit replied. Her name was Ja’Sasha Shadowclaw. She had the fur of a majestic snow leopard and long dark hair that framed her face delicately. She wore enchanted apprentice robes along with the mage’s circlet, shrouded hand wraps and shrouded boots. She had a single scar across her cheek as a result of a previous accident with a few saber-cats.
“What a good idea Listener! Mother will surely like these pretty flowers.”
The jester and the Listener gathered a handful of red, blue and purple mountain flowers to give to their unholy matron the Night Mother who resided within the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary just west of Falkreath.

Night had fallen and Cicero was having trouble keeping up with the Listener. They were in Whiterun and she’d disappeared when they were selling some Dwarven greatswords at the Sky-Forge.
“I wonder where, oh where, the Listener is. She said she would not leave poor Cicero standing in the cold.” The jester thought to himself as he shivered in the light of the massive forge. As he looked out across the town he could see the shop keepers leaving to go home, even the priest of Talos had became tired. As people left the hold became silent, there was nothing but the crackling of the forge and the jester’s breathing. Suddenly there was the grinding of stone below him and werewolves charged out into the market place. One of them saw Cicero and ran inhumanly up the stairs on all fours.
“You don’t want to hurt poor Cicero, do you? There are far tastier people below in the houses. Like Elrindir, he runs the butcher stall. Surely with all that meat he’s got to eat some of it and that will make him super tasty.”
The werewolf growled and pounced off leaving Cicero with his heart threatening to burst forth.