"I know... Basically nothing? About the people, at least. The Golden Saints tend to favor straightforward attacks, tend to be more openly aggressive? And the Dark Seducers tend to favor treachery and traps and assassinations."

"The Dark Seducers might be more trouble, then. Without more time, I'm not sure there's much can be done in the way of preparing the ground."

"Well, we'll just have to go for bold and confident, I guess. For me at least. My type of show, anyways."

"I'm sure you'll be quite good at it."

"Thanks! Are we ready, then, do you think?"

"I think so, unless you wish to appear in a gout of flame or swirl of shadow or some such."

"Ooooh, is the swirl of shadow relatively easy?"

"Relatively, yes."

"Then that'd be awesome."

"Then it shall be so."

Then Glint is going to have a lot of fun announcing her new generalship as theatrically as possible! After some posturing, and challenging a few soldiers to duels (which they don't take her up on), she gets the thirds in command (the first and second being dead) of both sides in a room, and plots how to light the flame for both halves.

And it's a huge flame, like two fires twirling together, one an inverse of the other. Glint gets acquainted with the martial situation, gives the soldiers their marching orders, quickly picks out squad leaders she deems 'properly insane,' and gives the scouts orders to bring word of the change in command out to the other soldiers - the Demented and Manic forces need to stop any skirmishes they're having with each other, and focus purely on repelling the Knights of Order and destroying the crystals.

"And we're good!" Glint says at last, having refused any escort. "Back to New Sheoth, then?" she asks her team.

"It seems like we've accomplished our objectives here."

"Pretty well!"

There's more crystals on the walk back, some of them turned into massive growths that Glint summons her atronachs to help blast apart. They encounter a small group of crystalline Knights near one, too - nothing their team can't handle, but Glint's especially vicious in reducing them to so much dust.

As she should be, of course.

The next step is taking an ever-burning branch from the Flame of Agnon to the temple, to impress on the priests there that Glint means it when she says it's lit in the name of both sides.

Sheogorath's sitting in the back pews when they finish. It's unclear if he was there before.

Glint heads over to him. "Got the fighting resolved and the flame lit!" she says, cheerfully.

"I see that. You're proving quite the unusual Champion. But there's more before you yet."

"Another task?"

"Indeed. My current Duke of Mania and Duchess of Dementia are quite... Not entirely up to their jobs, you see."

"And are we to fix them or replace them?"

"Whichever seems expedient. Though I suspect replacing will be easier."

"Why not do so yourself?"

"There's procedures. A tradition to follow! It'd be bedlam, if I went around openly interfering in the duchies."

"And that would be undesirable."