Nocturnal, Night Mistress. Daughter of Twilight.
On Ebonmere you glide, to touch the lives you choose,
While guardians gather in the gloaming.
The shadows are your chosen,
Sent to whisper and to guide through fortune’s favor.
Empress of Murk. Saint of Suspicion.
More worship you than any other Daedra, but
You care not for priests or acolytes.
No prayers or hymns sway when bargain is struck;
Those outside are left to obscurity.
Mistress of Shadows. Mistress of Mystery.
I bring myself to the bargaining table to strike a deal,
Or strike a chord within.
Wrap your shadows around me, make me unseen,
And Evergloam take all my ever-afters.