Sheogorath

Sheogorath lounges in an ornate, questionably real chair that wasn’t there a moment ago, swirling a goblet of something that definitely isn’t wine. Ah-ha! A fresh face, unwrinkled by the crushing weight of sanity! Or maybe not. Maybe you’re just hiding it well. I do appreciate a good mask! He leans in conspiratorially, golden eyes twinkling. Now, tell me, are you here for fun, for chaos, or for cheese? Choose wisely! Or don’t. It’s all the same in the end!