A man sits upon the throne at the other end.

"Welcome! Visitors to my realm! One I know, though the others I cannot say I've met nor tasted the madness of. Tell me, what are your names and businesses here in this fine universe?"

"I am Elatra. This is Eliana and Mora. We are adventurers."

"And who is the lovely little patch of dirt about - Mora is it? - Mora's neck? I do so like when all my visitors are announced."

"That would be Ellayania."

"Well! Now that we are all introduced properly, it is my turn - I am Sheogorath, Prince of Madness! Among some other things. I'm not talking about those, though, which you've likely figured out - or at least my delightful Glint has. I'm quite happy you're all here! So happy I could tear our your intestines and skip rope with them, in fact. Though now's not quite the time, is it? You've all made it so far. The least I can do is show some hospitality, hm? Perhaps a feast! Though the Wabbajack is best for making those - you didn't set it aside, did you, Glint?"

"I gave it to Meridia's Champion! She needed some ranged options. Proper ones. A sword's a really terrible way to fight a dragon, even if it sometimes explodes."

He laughs. "Meridia! A fine one to mess with. Very well, then. I'll let that slight go by, for now. Haskill!"

The man from the Gates appears, looking quite weary and done with all of this. "Yes, my Lord?" he asks.

"See to it that a feast is prepared for our visitors, while I speak to them."

Haskill bows before disappearing.

Sheogorath then turns back to the group. "Now, what would you have of me, hm?"

"Fighting Alduin World-Eater, your Madness. Or at least sending aid. Your mortal worshipers have been quite beleaguered by him, especially since that little matter of the person prophesied to be able to stop him dying a bit prematurely. Funny how that happened."

"We'll see."

Then he turns to the others: "Do any of you have requests, small or mighty?"

"What requests might the God of Madness grant?"

"Many people pray to me to cure madness! Or inflict it. Especially on their enemies. People so rarely give the gift of madness. Pity. Or they ask for luck, or help against another Prince, or to be transformed into something they aren't. The breaking of fate, the confusion of divination, the coming of a storm or the rise of an earthquake... I do quite a few things, when I feel like it."

"I do not require any such gifts or services."

...She super doesn't trust him to put Nausicaa back cleanly, even if that would fall under his domain.

She shakes her head. "The same, for me."

"Very easy to please petitioners, aren't you. Nothing at all! Of course, your friend's request was quite grand enough for five - but let us retire to our feast, to discuss that, shall we?"

"That was a remarkably quick preparation."

"Depends on what your comparison is! But you'll find my mind can dream up the most wondrous feasts quite quickly, and it shall be to the mania side that we go for this. Mania is quite good for feasts."

"I see."

And to the feast hall! It's bright and colorful, with a repast both creative and well suited to their tastes. Sheogorath refuses to discuss anything of substance until they've all partaken some - excepting, of course, Ellayania, who obviously does not need to eat - and then says, "Unfortunately, about the matter of Alduin, I'm quite indisposed right now. All in a kerfluffle. Terribly disordered. Makes it quite difficult for me to go off fighting dragons. I've been having quite a bit of difficulty keeping up with my other duties! Though perhaps some adventurers such as you could help, there - and it'd certainly be an adventure, what I have in mind."

"The Madgod finds difficulty in disorder? Scandalous."

"Quite the contradiction, isn't it? But even madness must have a method! And method a madness."

"And what method do you propose, then?"

"My realm is currently being quite beset by Order. It's called the Greymarch. Happens every time the world tries to end. The Prince of Order - a rather dreadfully boring fellow by the name of Jyggalag - sends in his Knights of Order to turn things to crystal, and generally try to make this place behave. Predictable, really, but sometimes my people will defect and give him ideas. Sometimes he even learns from his mistakes! Usually ends with me having to rebuild my realm, which is always annoying, and means I can't in good conscience turn my attention elsewhere until it's all sorted."

"And what? You want us to kill these Knights? The Prince? Aid them?"

"Aiding them! That'd be quite the amusement. But, no. I want you to stop these Knights from even entering, kill any who do anyways, and convince my people to actually fight for once. There are defenses this realm has, though many have fallen into disrepair and must be reactivated."

"That doesn't sound too difficult."