Sheogorath shuffled into the room, his uneven gait silenced as he slithered through the shadows with amber eyes intense upon the figure of Catalyst. A quick sweep of his gaze determined the others that were present before the man took to standing in the shaded corner, quiet and still. The red head wondered what the meeting could possibly be about. Not much had happened as of late. Perhaps there'd be a promotion, but that was something Sheogorath doubted. Who was there to promote?
The man lifted a hand to his throat, and toyed with with spiked rainbow choker around his neck as his other hand drifted through fiery hued hair. As soon as he was finished here, he'd might as well go spend some time with his son. Either that, or work on that garden he had been meaning to get going. Sheogorath supposed he could practice his pottery skills as well. That was certainly something he needed to work on.