The Greymarch was upon the Shivering Isles once again. The Knights of Order marched on every piece of New Sheoth. Jyggalag walks towards you, his steps slow and measured. His sword is as pristine as the spires popping up around the isles. His eyeless helm seems to stare down at you, Sheogorath's champion.

Jyggalag: "You are the best the mad god has to offer? Fine then. Come. Duel with me. I will not have your talk of fate or luck. Slay me and end this cycle or fall like all those before you." He waits a moment, giving you the time to draw your weapon as the honorable prince he is. This wouldn't be an easy fight judging by his hight alone.