Dementia, a manifestation of Sheogorath’s dark disposition; bleak, baneful and scowling. A realm of everlasting night, lit only by a fretful aurora. Whispers of disquiet swim upon the chill air.
I have arrived at the guest quarters of the Chateau of the Ravenous Rodent, which the Mad God describes as his family estate. The Chateau itself would not look out of place in Stonefalls or Deshaan, yet the giant mushrooms are more reminiscent of the paintings I’ve seen of the isle of Vvardenfell.
As for the sailing vessel stranded atop the high rock, who knows; yet the ever dutiful Haskill seems to have it all in hand from atop its stern.