Deep in the Alik’r there can be found many a solitary old man who speaks in riddles under the desert sun. If you attempt to follow their ramblings, you may just find yourself chasing goats and running circles in the sands.
Are these wise-men or are they simply mad? Is wisdom that far from madness anyhow? In truth, I look about any town or city in Tamriel and I see absurdity all about me. Perhaps it is that the only wise response to circumstance is madness.