Sheogorath had been that person to approach, his red hair blazing in the heated streams of sunlight that kissed his pale figure. His sharp ears awaited their words with curiosity igniting his mind, amber gaze glimmering. Bluestem Prairie? He had never heard of such a place. Oh well, it seemed the pair were inviting the Badlands to some kind of birthday party for a man he did not know. Sheogorath took the note without hesitation, his eyes roaming across the crumbled paper. Kitty? As in Cat? HAH! Comical. Sheogorath had no clue who this Silas person was, but he was certain he already liked him. Nice humor! If it was meant to be humor. Maybe the 'xoxo's' meant something more personal, in which case, how juicy!

[b]"It's up to Catalyst whether or not we attend, of course. They're king around these lovely parts. Nice of ya to drop by, though, and interesting note ya got here. Have ya read it? Hah, funny stuff. Never heard Catalyst get called by that nickname before. All I ever hear is 'Boss' from our local soldier. It really gets old, but hey! Who cares, right? Anyways, the weather's nice, isn't it? Wait, no, that's wrong, this little visit isn't about the weather. You lot don't care, do ya? Heh. No matter. I'll make sure our dear Catalyst receives yer note." His tone was cheery, chipper and friendly, and he wondered, could his Boss even read? Heh, if not, Sheogorath would no doubt be amused.

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