Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

Sheogorath knew what he could expect in retaliation, because it was just too easy. He wasn't exactly the picture of beauty, especially since the famine — no thanks to Cicero for sparing food out of his mouth to Malice and her children — and even before that he had been an oddball at best. He grinned at her haughty reply, though thought it no wonder that she would reply in such a manner.

"As a matter of fact, I did. Decided I didn't want to look regular anymore. It's a hassle, though. Have to slide down every morning, and I'm back to looking boring once spring comes around." Sheogorath grinned as he spoke. He could play this game all day, and was curious to see if she would find another insult or end this now.