What do you think would happen if Sheogorath and Martin Septim got together for some… "tea"?
Sheogorath walked up the steps to the Imperial Palace where the emperor, Martin Septim lived. Well, not so much walking as he was gliding. He also wasn't seen by anyone, merely a shadow among the crowd, and just wanted to outright surprise passers-by. And Martin, who didn't know he was even arriving.
He opened the large, polished brown doors and continued to glide through the hallways and corridors.
He had studied the palace before coming, so he could know which rooms Martin would be in. He was, of course, in the Council Chambers conversing with Chancellor Ocato. Well, that just wouldn't do. He would have to wait until Ocato left, or force him to leave.
With a snap of his fingers, Sheogorath made clothes-eating wolfhounds appear behind the Chancellor. They began tearing through his clothing, causing him to run out of the room to escape the viscous… clothing eaters.
Well, since he was now gone, Sheogorath entered the room to find Martin staring at the door with a puzzled look on his face.
"How odd." Martin murmured to himself, oblivious of the fact that Sheogorath was now sitting next to him.
"Odd indeed! How strange to see your Chancellor running throughout the halls naked! Makes me want to laugh forever." He chuckled.
Martin, surprised by his voice, jumped in his chair and let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was Sheogorath and not someone else.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your realm?"
"I just thought w could have a cup of tea! Be warned though, it's made with Grummite saliva!" Sheogorath laughed again and produced two cups of steaming saliva.
"Oh, um, no thanks."
"You sure? Suit yourself!"
Well, the boy looks rather nervous. Maybe I should bring forth some entertainment.
"Name something! Anything!" he said, again startling Martin with his loud voice.
"What? Oh, uh… cheese?" he replied, still not completely sure what was going on.
At that moment, cheese of all different kinds fell from the ceiling and into the center of the large table used for council meetings.
"Whoa, whoa, okay enough cheese!" Martin said, trying to catch the falling cheese before it hit the table.
"There's never enough cheese in the world!" he yelled with his hands up.
Martin sighed and set the cheeses aside.
"Sheogorath, you should go. I've work to do, and you should probably look over your realm before the people inside go crazy. Good day. And clean up this cheese." Martin walked away, shaking his head and muttering something incoherent to himself.
Well, it was fun while it lasted.
And then he disappeared into thin air.