I haven't been in the Blue Palace since my arrival in Skyrim, but here I am.

"Hey, I know you," I hear a woman say. I sigh and think, Gods. I don't have a bounty, do I? I turn and see a young woman approach me. "I've seen you around town." It was Erdi, one of the palace servants. "How's Reynald been? I haven't seen him in a while."

I tense up. I haven't thought much of Reynald since his death the day I arrived. "He- he's dead," I tell her with my head down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she says. "Witbane has taken many lives too shortly." I remember that he had a disease when we met, but I also remember that isn't how he died. Thankfully she doesn't say anything more as she heads towards the kitchen. I just shrug and turn towards the Pelagius Wing.

The Pelagius Wing is still musty and dirty as ever. Why won't they clean this place? "The mortals say it might be cursed," Sheogorath answers. "Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. That doesn't matter. Your reward is upstairs."

I head up the stairs and down the hall. The one item that is pristine and spotless is lying on the floor. "So my reward is a decorative walking stick?" I ask as I pick it up and examine it. There are three faces carved on the end, their open mouths are hollow.

"'A decorative walking stick?!'" Sheogorath shouts, sounding as if it's echoing around the room. "If you think for a second you're going to use the Wabbajack as a mere walking stick, Ashlynn, you are gravely mistaken!"

"The what-a-what?" I ask as I lace my fingers through the hollow mouths and point it towards the wall. "So, I'm guessing it's a staff then?"

"Yes," Sheogorath answers. "And your holding it wrong."

"Fine," I take my fingers out of the hollows and grip the faces. "Is this better?"

Sheogorath just groans and says, "the other end, Ashlynn."

"So it's like what the Dragonborn has, with the Sanguine Rose," I reply. "Decorative end is the end you point."

"Sanguine's rose is pathetic compared to my Wabbajack," Sheogorath replies. "Besides, what his Rose does has nothing to do with him. The Wabbajack on the other hand. Oh, the Wabbajack is fun!"

I snort and say, "So the What-ajack also has nothing to do with you."

"If that's what you think, Ashlynn," Sheogorath says as the Wabbajack begins to change into another staff, "I can always give you the a different staff instead."

I see four red creatures that look like small, upright falmer with tails begin to slowly materialize. The odor wafting from them is nauseating.

"I'll take the first one, please," I say, trying not to vomit from the stench.

"No one ever seems to want the Everscamp," Sheogorath sighs. The creatures disappear and the Wabbajack is back in my hand. "Maybe I'll place it in Cyrodiil during the Oblivion Crisis. Now that would be entertaining!"

I hold the Wabbajack the way it's meant to be and point it at a plate on the table. I try to focus my energy and the tip of the Wabbajack begins to faintly glow. As I'm about to fire, Sheogorath speaks up causing me to misfire and hit the shelf across from the table. Gods dammit! "It only works on living things, or unliving. If they are able to move on their own volition, you can use the Wabbajack on them. Tableware, not so much."

"I only wanted to see what it does," I mutter angrily.

"And again," Sheogorath explains, "tableware is not a good test subject. Go play with it outside. Go on. Scoot!" I roll my eyes and head out of the palace without another word.