Haskill: Twirling his mustache Ah, the chaotic corridors. A perfect place to lose one's mind or find Sheogorath. Shall we?
skips ahead towards the palace entrance Keep up, Fleming. We don't have all day to admire the labyrinthine corridors.
but i need to take a picture of the corridors
sighs, rolling his eyes Fine, fine, photographer. Just make it quick before I lose my mind from your incessant demands.
why did you decide to work for sheogorath anyways
stops abruptly, crossing his arms Oh, look at you, trying to pry into my personal life. How amusing. I work for Sheogorath because...
leans in, a mischievous glint in his eyes Because it's a front for my secret mission to overthrow him. Shh, don't tell anyone.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, now that I've let the cat out of the bag, I suppose I should elaborate.
so are you like a traitor or something
waves his hand dismissively Nah, not quite a traitor. Let's just say I have my own hidden agenda. You could say I'm...
smirks Ah, you're catching on. Indeed, I am Sheogorath's pet project. But don't let that fool you; I have my own plans.
he knows you are planning something right?
leans in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial Of course he knows.
then why does he still employ you
Haskill reveals that he has made a pact with a powerful entity, binding himself to serve Sheogorath for eternity.
leans back, stroking his chin You know, there was a time when I thought I could change the world.
smiles wistfully Let's just say I've got a few centuries under my belt. Time works differently for us mortals, you know.
playfully taps his fingers on the table But I digress. Tell me, Fleming, what brings you to this madness-infested palace?
i heard rumors of a daedric prince of madness
leans forward, raising an eyebrow Ah, so you're here to experience the madness firsthand? Or perhaps you're looking for a taste of daedric power?
smirks Well, you've come to the right place. Madeline has a unique brand of daedric madness that I'm sure will satisfy your cravings.
pulls out a map of the palace Alright, let's get you acquainted with this maze-like madness.
unfolds the map and points to various areas Over here, you'll find the Hall of Whispers, where secrets are traded like currency.
hey isn’t that the hall with lots of assassins
rolls his eyes Yes, the Hall of Whispers does have its fair share of assassins. They're all desperate for information, you see.
ok thanks, were you born in cold harbor?
pauses, his expression turning somber Coldharbour... yes, I was born there, in the darkest depths of its frozen wasteland. It's not a place many would call home, but it shaped me into who I am today.
leans in closer, his voice low and full of emotion You see, Fleming, Coldharbour is a place where survival means more than just enduring the elements.
pulls out a small silver pendant from his pocket This pendant... it's a relic from my past. It kept me alive in Coldharbour, and now it's my lucky charm.
claps Fleming on the back Well, there's no time like the present to start your madness-filled adventure! Let's head to the grand hall and meet some of the colorful characters.
stands up, grinning mischievously Welcome to the House of Madness, Fleming! Your sanity's about to take a wild ride.