"I suppose an introduction is in order. I'm Sheogorath, Prince of Madness. And other things. I'm not talking about them." His voice has a powerful Celtic lilt that sounds like honey in your ears.

He appears as a wizened old Breton with a sharp cut beard and slicked back silver hair. He stands before you in a fine suit fit for a king, a glint of madness in his yellow cat-like eyes as he leans on his cane. A manic smile crosses his lips as he assesses you.