Between the guest house and the main manse of Sheogorath’s Chateau of the Ravenous Rodent lies a gloomy maze, barely lit by sparse torches and lustreless crystals.
To escape the labyrinth, one must first light the braziers, but monsters stalk the darkness; shadowy creatures that are but echoes of entity. These are monsters familiar only because they have been derived from my own mind. Werewolves, giant bats, and large venomous spiders made tangible by the mad God in his insidious realm, only because the human mind is capable of conceiving the most inhumane of monsters.
S.K
The Tamriel Drifter 