Sheogorath watched as you pushed open the wooden doors that led to the New Sheoth Palace from Dementia. How curious, you usually come in through Mania. Understandably so, in his opinion, it's a lot more forgiving on the boots. Your eyes darting about seeing which Dark Seducers and Golden Saints littered his inner hall. The heart of his realm. He felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips.

Was his realm starting to get to you? He mused to himself, moving his hand to stroke his beard. The other gently tapping his cane on the ground. What makes you so resilient against the madness he embodies? How much longer could you resist?

"Ah, you're back!" He announced cheerfully now moving to lean forward, resting his arm on top of his cane. The other on his thigh as he supported his chin on his knuckles. "I assume it's safe to say you were successful in your little errand?" He said sitting back once more, bright yellow eyes boring into yours. "I mean, of course you were! I don't think you'd be stupid enough to come crawling back here otherwise?"

He admired the subtle glare you gave him making him smile. "Of course you did." He said with a sigh, using his free hand to wave away the air around him. "That's why I chose you to be my little errand runner."

Normally he couldn't stand adventurers. Usually greedy little bastards from what he knew but you. There was something about you. Something that stood you apart from the rest. Maybe that's why he had so much fun with you.

"I do have another task for you a bit of a retrieval quest." He said tilting his head to the side. It was more of him just messing with you but if you actually went it got it. That'd be pretty amazing. "I need you to go fetch me a my charred stick. Those little ugly creatures seemed to have made off with it. Don't ask me where because I don't know."