Felix Caelus

Felix is happy to let Naugus see – and touch – the cloth in his hands, too gleeful about their success to be wary. The Mobian sorcerer will be able to sense what the young conjurer doesn’t: that the soft grey material is nothing so mundane as silk. It truly is shadow, woven by daedric power into something solid and deceptively strong.

“An artifact with the power to shield mortal minds from truths too great for them?” Felix is trying so hard not to grin like a fool. “Oh, yes. I think this will be a powerful aid to, um, future research.”

“How you choose to wield it does not concern me,” Nocturnal says dismissively. “The terms of our contract have been fulfilled. You may keep your gateway to my realm. But should you choose to step through it in future, remember whose threshold you are crossing.”

Her gaze focuses on Naugus specifically. “Have a care for your shadows, little sorcerer. The secrets they hold cannot simply be left behind.” A courteous warning? A stern one? Without choosing to elaborate, the Daedra folds her arms across her chest and simply vanishes into shadow. Felix wouldn’t be sure she’s gone if the sense of palpable power didn’t recede along with her.