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The three stood in the "dining room," trying to figure out their next move. Or, rather, the Dovahkiin and Nerevarine were. Sheogorath on the other hand...

"What in Divines' name are you doing now?" inquired the Dovahkiin, with extreme annoyance.

Sheogorath was eating a chocolate creme treat with purple and red sprinkles on it. He held a cup of tea in his other hand and was staring out the window, witnessing what appeared to be the Dragon Priest Ahzidal and Karstaag dueling. The room shook, and debris began to fall down.

"Entertaining myself. Ah! My bad, forgive my poor manners. Did you want one?" asked Sheogorath.

He skipped over to the Dovahkiin and handed him another creme treat that he manifested out of thin air. The donut had dust and hair all over it. The Dovahkiin glared at it and sighed.

"Hahaha! Got ya!" Sheogorath winked and darted back to the window. The Dovahkiin rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Nerevar-"

The Dovahkiin turned to see that The Nerevarine was sitting down with a black and white cat in his lap, rubbing its belly and playing with it.

"-ine...never mind," the Dovahkiin groaned.

"I cannot believe this is where I ended up!" the Nerevarine spoke. "In the dining room of a madman, eating creme treats, drinking hot tea, and playing with...er..."

"Ah, his name's Jeremiah!" Sheogorath finished without turning back. He sipped his tea in delight as he watched Karstaag lift Ahzidal and kick him into the sky.

"Yes, Jeremiah! He's quite adorable," the Nerevarine laughed.

"What the--why the--can we just...can we just focus, please?" he spat. "I'm usually not the one to get all serious and kill the mood, but I'm not sure how much more of this insanity I can put up with!"

"You do realize who you're in the company of, correct, Mr. Do-blah-kin?" Sheogorath cackled.

"What?" the Dovahkiin replied, insulted.

"Hm, perhaps you're hard of hearing. My apologies. I said-"

"-No, no, I know what you said. Did you just call me Do-blah-kin?"

"Not my most clever quip, I know, but gosh, all you do is just blah blah blah, ai yai yai! You call me annoying? Sheesh! Take a look in a mirror!"

Sheogorath sipped the rest of his tea and stormed out of the room, mumbling to himself. The Dovahkiin stood in silence.

"Wow, you managed to annoy the Daedric Prince of Madness, that's quite impressive," the Nerevarine tsked.

"Dont," the Dovahkiin responded. "We do not speak of this."

--

Kagrenac stepped forward with full confidence. He smiled and glanced around the summit of Apocrypha, noticing a particular skeletal horse lying beneath him. He stepped on it and turned his attention to the floating mass of tentacles and eyes.

"Hermaeus Mora, I am Kagrenac Dwarfking of the Lorkmer race. That's rather recent information, so perhaps you're unaware," he began.

"Mmm," Hermaeus responded. "This is...highly...unexpected, to say...the least."

Meridia frightfully looked at Mehrunes Dagon, Molag Bal, and Mephala standing behind him. She quickly turned to the Vestige, who was confused.