I stood up and sighed lightly as Haskill handed me my cuirass with one hand while the other covered his eyes.

"Please, for the sake of everyone here, make yourself decent."

"Why, are you calling me fat? 'Cause I'll kick your ass around this throne room."

I felt a whack on my head and I winced.

"No violence!" Sheogorath lectured, lowering his staff. "Well, not right now anyway." He added in a low tone.

"Can I have some cheese?" I asked as I remembered him tell Haskill once that he loves cheese and he loves anyone who loves cheese.

"Hmm..let me think about it. NO!"

"Aww.." I replied and kicked the floor. "I never get any cheese."

"Shut up for a minute." Sheogorath said, pressing two fingers to his temples. "Oh yes. I remember now!" He laughed as if nothing happened before.

I wrinkled my face in concentration and mouthed 'He's stone cold fuck nuts.'

"I HEARD THAT!" He screamed, getting up from his throne.

"BUT I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING." I yelled back in panic.

Sheogorath sat back down with a smile. "Oh yeah. You didn't."

I looked to Haskill who merely shrugged. Apparently he doesn't know much either.

"Now, more to the point." Sheogorath said and kicked his legs up over the arm rest of the chair. "If I want you to be my champion and save The Isles from the Greymarch--"

"But you never said anything about the Greymarch."

I felt the hot, angry stare of Sheogorath. Crap, I was toast.

"I WILL TELL YOU IN DUE TIME MORTAL, NOW SHUT UP." He was starting to get hysterical now, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

"The Greymarch is a movement, an apocalypse of sorts where Jyggalag walks. Happens at the end of every era, which is to say, now. He destroys everything in his path. He also never skips, strides or struts, just destroys everything. Understand?"

"Yes." I replied in a small tone. Okay, Jyggalag bad. Destroys everything at the end of every era. Got'cha.

"Now, I van't expect you to save my kingdom if you can't even understand what it is. Go seek out the Duke of Mania and the Duchess of Dementia. Let them show you each realm and its residents. Let them help you to understand."

"Of course. When should I start?"

Sheogorath got up and was centimeters away from my face. I'm sure he could see the terror in my copper brown eyes.

"Now." He replied lowly.

"Okay, sounds good to me." I replied and walked over the Mania side of the castle and looked around for Thadon, Duke of Mania.

"Is Thadon here?" I asked a Golden Saint. "I need to see him under orders of Lord Sheogorath."

"For Lord Sheogorath?" She almost seemed shocked. "Of course, follow me and I'll lead you to him."

I followed her outside into a beautiful garden where Thadon sat, humming and painting.

"Your Grace." The Golden Saint cleared her throat. "This girl is here to see you."

He continued to hum and paint and patted a stool next to him and I sat down, waiting for what he had to say.

"People." He said quietly.

"Pardon?" I asked, slightly confused.

"People" He repeated.

I assumed this was a riddle, so I replied, "People are what people make them to be."

"Yes." He replied. "Passion."

"Passion is also what people make it to be."

He nodded and added one last word, "Affair."

"Affairs..aren't right." I replied.

"Really? You think so?"

"Yes." I replied. "It isn't right to the other people."

"Ah, but what if there wasn't another person? Just forbidden love?"

"What?"

"Think about it. Two dukes meet and have an affair. Isn't it marvelous?"

"Who are you talking about?" I asked, getting frustrated with his stoned demeanor.

"Go to Dunroot Burrow and recover the Chalice of Reversal. Only then will you truly understand me, and the lands of Mania."

He grabbed my map and sluggishly drew an X on it, outside of New Sheoth.

"Yeah, sure." I replied and added in a low tone, "Weirdo."