Hrodland: Ah, I was working on that sword for you and this happened ._.
-Points to The dragon girl currently sitting on his shoulders
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~Samus, as you open the door, instead of the usual hallway you find yourself looking into... a room that looks exactly like your own office~
~there is a familiar man
◊ in a purple suit leaning back in "your" chair, his feet on "your" desk~
~he is currently reading a book titled "Penguins and Hamsters: The Secret Economy" and looks up as he notices you open the door~
Sheogorath: "Ah, Miss Aran. I am so glad you could make it. Please, come in. Take a seat. We have so much to discuss."
~he points at the chair that Samus usually uses for her guests and people applying for interviews~
-Samus, being more used to characters like this showing up, feigns annoyance by growling a bit as she sits down, even though Sheogorath probably knows otherwise. She does have to at least let him feel he's doing his job of bothering sticks-in-the-mud such as her-
Samus: It's been a while since I've seen you. How's everything been?
Zoe: Really? How?
Sheogorath: "Ah, that is quite good to hear. Because, you see, I have a certain... problem on my well-pedicured hands. And it just so happens that your company could be my solution. My violent, fighty-shooty murder solution."
~points his hand at the wall like a pistol and says "Bang!", causing a cloud of confetti to shoot from his fingers~
~...and a very unsettling bloodstain to appear on the wall~
Sheogorath: "Oh, I can assure you, it's bigger than big. You see, there are currently a few very, very naughty little high-elves on Nirn who are trying to cause a big oopsie-daisy and have the world be overrun by Daedra. Which, while certainly amusing to watch for the first thousand or so disembowelments, is not really an outcome I would be too happy with."
"Now I know what you are thinking. "But Uncle Sheggy, why don't you get off your lazy ass and just deal with them yourself?". Well, two things, Miss Aran. One, watch your dirty language, young lady. Two, me getting directly involved in this would just lead to every other Daedric Prince get very very angry at me. And not in the fun pie-to-the-groin way, but in the very unfun boot-to-the-groin way. Which is why I figured to outsource this problem to the thirdest third party I know. And that's you."
Samus: Lucky for you, I usually don't question the motivations of a client unless they are radiating pure evil or are in the process of drowning a puppy while talking to me. Anything I should know about these elves beyond their near-suicidal desire to end the world via sending a part invite to a constant flow of Daedric entities?
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Zoe: Yes?
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