...drawn and quartered. Hrormir was mightily amused. He swallowed his laughter in his mead, for none should laugh outright at the Daedra Lord Nocturnal. Without her gray cowl of shadowed night, her hideous face forced the moon to hide itself. Hrormir the mighty did not quail.
"Wherest be thy hood, shadowy hag?"
"Mortal man hast taken it from me unaware. When I..."